back at it

back at it.

i had to.

bad night, bad friends, bad decisions, bad trust.

lapse of loyalty.  so to take control, i grasped onto the razor and now i feel trickles down my arm.  thats right, my arm.  tonight was so shocking that i chose my favorite [but most visibile/dangerous] place.  and i dont regret it.

staring in admiration.

staring with disgust.

staring with sadness.

but im ok and did what i wanted to do, sorry to all those i let down.