Ouch. You know what? The pain still feels better than life. I feel empty. Like when I see people completely obsess over one person. They want to either be or be with that person. Don’t they already have someone to be? And why does my life suck so much? But the pain still hurts. You take the razor, and slice your thigh. Nothing happens, so you slice and slice and slice. Suddenly blood starts from the first one. Then the next and the next. S***. Too many cuts. I’ve gotta stop, but it feels like a high. It is relaxing in comparison to everything else. Am I crazy?