the miserable life of a miserable teenager

chapter eight - gore



Can’t hurt myself, but I still need to see red.

My youtube history keeps getting darker. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Call it curiosity

or call it temptation.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this in my mind, but it feels right.

Desensitize myself to

blood, guts, brutality as a whole.

What’s that feeling?

Anxiety? Excitement?

Who knows?

Psychpath? Or just broken beyond repair?


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