Listen

Listen, person, listen carefully, I was here and I lived and I cut myself with razors because I was curious and wanted to be familiar with pain and I didn't just use metal blades but also psychological ones. I cut myself every night in front of the mirror and walked around the streets covered in wounds nobody could see. I went to parties and high-class events where no one could tell I was bleeding. The only twist is that I really wanted to be happy; you know that, right? Everything I did, everything I do... I never wanted to be anything but happy. Truly. Honestly. There was nothing I wanted more. Not a single thing.