i want to slice my fingers so fine the skin could not be removed from muscle and so the waight of the accumulated pages left of my actions cause them to fall off bone allowing me to see where ive failed once more and so i must then crush the bone and mash the tendons creating red foggy jello in the pool of bloody memories ive been forced to experience for so long till finally i hear a small break in the bass of my wrist as some sort of internal blade slides up my forearm  just before another tendon shoots back ripping at every thing that has ever touched it and still how could i blame such an action as that with a wimper shout or cring for alas i took my time doing the same without the desincy to be as swift and so i continue … so dont bitch when i say “im ok” .trust me or not i wont ask your permission .

im not gunna slit my wrists an tear my face off…dont worry… anyways if i slit my wrists how could i cut my forehead or begin ripping it down ALL THE WAY TO MY NECK or let alone cut my wrists with all that blood in my eyes? really now ,i see no fun in not seeing such a victorious desplay of deleting an unusefull,and seemingly troublesome character as myself from such a video game worthy matrix as what you call your life … so ya slitting my wrists and ripping the flesh from the front of my fucking skull is out of the fucking question !…… maybe