I chant.
“This one’s for the assholes. This one’s for the freaks. This one’s for the stupid fuckers. Trying to keep me incomplete.”

My ipod is blasting in my ears, and as I glide the blade across my wrist, it is the only thing I want to hear.

...

I was playing a game once, where I promised to tell the whole truth. My friend was just asking me questions, and she asked me a peculiar one. She asked me to answer it as I wished and to take it like so.

She asked me “why”.

I told her it was because I was afraid.

Because I’m afraid.

...

“I want to fucking break it. I want to crush you from the inside. I’ve got no time to fake it. I’ve got no time to waste with your kind.” the blade feels good. It’s cold metal tingles between the flaps of skin. I’ve lost a lot of blood, and my head feels light.

...

I’ve always toyed with the idea of death. More so with killing myself, but those thoughts were just thoughts. It was just recently that I felt like I had to do it. The feeling that I wanted it all to finally end