Wrist

Her wrists were so innocent. White, soft skin, like they were the day she was born. Veins of life seen through the surface, perfect and untouched. No tension, no hate, no devestation that would be obvious at the sight of the rest of her. But feeling around in the darkness, she picked up her wrist, and felt the inside of it with her fingertips. Her hands were cold and her arm was warm. The blade was cold, and the blood was warm. It slowly came in, and the sensitive skin over the veins reacted to the slightest touch. The skin was tight and unmoving as the blade stroked it, sinisterly toying at her fate: two inches down, two inches up, pausing at the base. After a while, this rubbed a sore spot. She clenched her hand, and unclenched it. The blade came down, pinching the first millimeter of skin it came in contact with. Then it pressed harder, leaving a whiteish-pale green mark that eventually melted into the pale pale rose pink that they use to describe kids' clothes in magazines. She was left undecided what to do with the knife.

Freaking

I have so many regrets I dont know what to do with myself anymore. I don't know why I did those things... they seemed like a good idea at the moment! And of course, now, i walk down the hall with all the trillions of mistakes, staring me down. Even if they're not in the eyes of others, they're on the walls. They ridicule every step I take. What if it was wrong? What can they see? And now that we're nearing midnight, I am haunted. I want to scream to them all, that it was not a good idea! S***, I don't even know quite what I'm saying anymore. Just - don't judge. And every word I say is documented to use against me, everything I say, how do I know where it goes from there? People kidnap my words, and take them elsewhere. My ind runs with thoughts, pleas, so fast, that I almost say them. But then I'd just be that much more crazy.

Midnight

This is the first official entry of my new blog. Inspired by my two bffs. So here I am. It's Thanksgiving today, but only as of seven minutes ago. I should be asleep - or not. Who says I should be asleep? I am alive and working. The only reason is that its dark, so I should be unable to do a lot of things. Except humanity screwed with nature and now we have lights, and computers and you are reading these words on your computer instead of hearing it from me, or some other tribal member around a fire. Yes, humanity screwed with nature and so when the Earth ends, we can say 'we screwed up'. Oops. How clumsy of us. And the Earth is going to end. Do you really think anything can last forever? No. It happens, and according to our tiny time scale, the Earth is forever. But nope. It's gonna die one day, and when it dies, we will probably die with it, and the chapter of Earth and its Inhabitants will be over. Big deal. Either it happens in our lifetime or not. And yeah, global warming is one of the most predominant screw ups of our species. It's certainly speeding up Earth's destruction. Doesn't that suck? I wake up every day and frown at my window because we are failing to take care of our planet and be SMART. We are murderers.

I might say the Stars said for this to happen, but why would the Stars send us out here to kill a part of nature? I think we just failed the Stars' test.