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Selfmutilation
Does this picture above feel alright?
The Invisible Enemy
I got a dayjob, I walk up and down the street. And there's no need for others to talk stupid or hit me, cause I am perfectly capable of doing that myself! I know I'm a loser acting like an idiot...
Into the Matrix
"I walk into a room. To the right on the wall I see this picture:
And straight forward I find a world machine. It has a sign posted:
Wonder what it means? But I guess I'll find out! Because slowly I place myself in the cookpit, put on the controls connected to the machine and turn it on. Slowly everything around fades away as I rock to the music of Eagles playing Hotel California ..."
"Since I got my first body modification done two years ago, I fell in love with them. It was a simple eyebrow piercing but right away, I was addicted. I constantly pestered my mom for more, but she said no. Less than a year later, I got my second mod done, and was even more addicted.
For me, it wasn't about getting pierced and looking hot. I just loved getting piercings. The feeling of the needle hitting flesh and being poked through is just indescribable. About a year ago, I cut myself for the first time. I wasn't depressed, angst-ridden or anything like that. I loved the feeling of blade against skin. Gradually, the cuts began to appear on my arms, my legs and they grew in quantity. But, I stopped for awhile.
A few months ago, I started again. Again, it wasn't about being depressed and wanting to cut away the pain. It was about wanting the pain. Wanting the feeling of the blade dragging across my skin. It gave me such a rush, and I loved the feeling after the endorphins kick in. Gradually, the cutting became worse and more frequent. On my right thigh, I have the words "No Trust" carved into my skin. I cut some more. On my stomach, my legs. Wherever they could easily be hidden."
Posted by Smuck on Sunday 23 September 2007 - 16:16:45