12:18 p.m. - 2007-11-08
Scab
My scabs make me stronger against her nail scratches. She can not infect my skin any longer; I've been through things that you will never be able to comprehend. I have become and descended, I have no begining nor ending. I am that, that was, and will be. Eternally bleeding upon a desolate land- I give you something to talk about. Be thankful.