Pre - face(:
I never thought i would sink this low, that my feelings would over come me. Well, there was no turning back now. I knew I was never going to stop once i started.
I couldn't take back anything. I couldn't take back the scar. I couldn't take back the feelings of rage, jealousy, disappointment, or sadness that made me do this. I couldn't take back the feeling of relief, a way out. The blood, the knife, the tears, the excitement. All of it, I couldn't take back.
Instead, all I could do was let the knife fall from my fingers and hit the bathroom floor with a crash, while blood was rushing out my arm, me, laughing the whole time.
