Love the pain. Need it. Why else would I allow myself to go thru such exquisite toture? The heavy flirtin wit danger. Allowin myself to teeter over the edge of sanity then claw my way back. Feel the poundin of my heart. And tomorrow do it again. Adrenaline junkie. Not really. Just so lost. Miserable. Lonely. The only attention received comes in some form of pain. The only way to feel. Maybe stayin numb is the solution. Numb isn't fun. Otherwise... why be a msaochist
