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September 19, 2012
I was so tired. So tired. Of feeling so sad and horrible. Of you running through my mind with a knife, slashing and hacking away, giggling all the while. Of my tortuous memories plucking my muscles and keeping me awake at night.

So I dissected them out. I anethatised the areas that I wanted to remove and, with a still hand, cut them out. Took away the parts of me that I hated and that hated me.

After I had finished, I placed those parts in a jar and dissolved them in an excess of acid, making a solution.