Its almost 2am. I Started writing this at 1:00. For some reason this is as far as I have gotten. It hurts I guess. I go through great lengths trying to keep it all contained, No drips or drops. Just one tied up box. A neat little package of sorts.
But how do I begin? Where do I start? This was after the whole knife thing. It was after that one time..
He said he had a way to make me stronger.
( I can't write anymore tonight, this is already going to mess with my sleep. Its going to be one of those nights. Maybe more tomorow? Perhaps the day after that? One day when I am feeling brave.)
