The following excerpt is old. Not like "last season of LOST old" or "first semester of college" old. It was written before I had completed half of my high school career, way back in 2003. Its "that" kind of old.
"Cancer: A Bitter, Sweet Thrill
Cancer: (noun) uncontrolled cell division that may be caused by environmental factors and/or changes in enzyme production in the cell cycle.
When a person's body becomes damaged, his/her cells divide in order to repair. Harming one's self for satisfaction could very well be argued or even described as a form of cancer. Irritating or lacerating the skin until blood surfaces causes a wound to form, but more importantly, it disrupts the cell cycle. The greater the quantity, volume, and depth of the wounds, the greater the cell cycle disruption. The great the disruption, the greater amount of time required for healing and recovery. The healing process consists of cells dividing in order to replace injured cells. In most cases, a depressed individual's mind is stronger than his/her body, therefore the 'urge' to continue such self mutilation is uncontrollable, thus creating massive, potentially unnecessary cell division to occur - Cancer."
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
“One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised."
I dont know what you think gives you the right to judge me and make executive decisions about my life, but this shit stops now. Not even for one more second.
Im a big girl, I can handle my own shit. I dont need you deciding what I do and dont need to do. Especially after the speech that you pitched to me, accusing me of the same damn thing. And for the record, I didnt disrespect you like that. I thought you deserved more.
But thanks for being so quick to believe that I did. Im glad I know what you really think of our friendship.
Im a big girl, I can handle my own shit. I dont need you deciding what I do and dont need to do. Especially after the speech that you pitched to me, accusing me of the same damn thing. And for the record, I didnt disrespect you like that. I thought you deserved more.
But thanks for being so quick to believe that I did. Im glad I know what you really think of our friendship.
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