11:17 p.m. - 2007-09-02
The line
Standing on a blurred line, wondering who I really am. Have I come all this way to collapse this way? Should I be greatful I learned from the pain or should I thank the razor blade for taking it away? When all seems uncertain, I always have the knive to remind me I'm not yet dead...but this isn't good enough for me; can you just seal up my grave?

When everything is uncertain, the line begins to fade away...