"my best-friend is a psycho"
“ It’s a form of death. Many have died this death and forever succumbed to it. I died, I’m yet to resurrect and LOVE is watching. ” “I took the scissors. Held it tightly in my right hand. Tilted my head a little. I thought I was going to be scared. I knew I was scared. But at that point. No! I wasn’t. I was grinning and breathing slowly but deeply. I slowly drew the scissors closer to my neck and I was calm. It felt like a joke. Maybe it was. My whole body was drowning in fear right when the tip of the cold, sharpened metal slightly came in contact with my skin. I raised my left hand to find a pulse. It was racing. And I was still grinning, starring at my own hand ready to press hard and tear up some vein or artery. One strike! Just one strike was going to end it all. I felt powerful. Knowing how precious this existence is, I was going to take a precious life. I had the power to. Only God can do that and a few other fallen nutcases. I was going to escape the suffering. The Devil c...
