I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

25.

Shiny, silver metal.
Hello, my old friend.

I haven't used it for a while.
That's about to change.

I'm sick of parents, I'm sick of therapists, I'm sick of being lonely.
There's a little bit of dried blood on you, let me wash it off.

I'm going to do something new, something exciting!
How do you feel about going vertically tonight, razor?

Here we go.
Are you ready?

This is such a good pain, this pain that I can control.
Don't stop now, the red is so magnificent, such a beautiful, familiar color.

This is more blood than I've ever seen leave my body before.
And it's amazing.
What a rush.


It's all the way up my arm, breaking the vein, splitting it in two.
The blood is spilling everywhere.
Have fun cleaning this up, Mom.


Things are going sort of hazy.
I'm going to pass out, but that's okay.

No one will find me until it's too late anyway.

I'm as good as dead.