09/10/2009.
1:50AM.
dear diary...
I WAS MURDERED TODAY. i know. you're probably thinking, how the fuck is she writing this? with my hands. obvi. needy and i went to see low shoulder, and honestly i don't remember a lot. all i do remember is getting inside his van, BEING ON MY OWN and crying.
they took me to the falls, tied me up to keep me still, they wouldn't listen to me. they did go all benihana on my ass, and it should've killed me. BUT FOR SOME REASON, IT DIDN'T.
i went straight to needy's. ONLY TO BE LEFT ON MY OWN AGAIN. i wish it wasn't so hard for her to love me like i love her. i left again. i scared her. something inside told me to. and as i walked and walked, i saw him.
HE WAS GENTLE. he let me do anything to him. the way my teeth sunk in, the way i consumed him whole: WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME.
HE TASTED SWEET LIKE CHERRY CHAPSTICK.
like what?