occoquan1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pain, Blood, Dreams... Like a self-inflicting voodoo doll. I jab myself. I come alive. There is no pain, none at all. I follow directions. I eat well, and wholesome foods are the order of the day. I grow fascinated with the pricking and the bloody drops and numbers and records, endless recordings...good days and bad, all blurs...punctuated by the ticking of the clock and a little bit of pain. The skin grows used to such so a little pain is an assured comfort... I ramble I fear...off to dream again... 8:51 p.m. - 05-09-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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