Forsaken

Just now i thought i was pretty sure Taylor is on a date right now.

And i had this urge - this need - to cut. That tends to be the case when i feel no one cares.

And damn it, this blog is about honesty, right? Cuz God knows humans can scarsely handle brutal honesty. And allegedly no one reads this blog any more.

But something pulled me back. The fact that we had talked about it. The fact that he had asked me not to. When we butted heads. À la Rainman.

But i really needed to feel something. So i drove my thumb nail in my wrist instead. Relentlessly. Almost symbolically.

5 minutes later, i felt the pain.

The site was marked. Peeling dead skin and all. Man, my nails are sharp!

No wonder i have scratched up Taylor's back real good.