Everything means nothing to me, I find that cutting has become a way of self expression. Another argument between parents about the law and how it was against it to cut how can it be against the law to cut yourself? So the law can now tell you when you have the right to hate or not to hate yourself, so the state will take control of my actions, so I am declared incompetent, so says my mom and dad. I sit here and carve the names of my idols into my arms while eating chips and dip for breakfast. But I count all the points; they just may not be the healthiest food choices. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, do I annoy you? If I do sorry sitting here my blood soaks through my flannel shirt they will know that I was doing it again, it’s a silent protest against myself and its illegal. So be it, I’ve broken God’s commandment to love myself and the law that says that I’m not allowed to hate myself fuck it all. I’ll hang myself with my guitar strings as they are the only thing that seems to understand where I’m coming from. Mabry I’ll write another half hearted song about my so called pain it’s all so wretched and phony. I’m fine quit asking, I live in shy town let me be, can’t I just be alone in this world of bare, unfilled drained energy with jokes I’ve forgotten and friends I can’t entertain but only scare off. I can’t watch it hurts to much, hurts to see, and feel, so this is another desperate attempt to talk to you, but do you care?
