I'm not too sure what this is about yet but itll probably be pretty cool.

Part One of Whatever

You lay awake in your bed feeling numb. Not like the kind of numb drugs leave you with, but just numb to life itself. You grip the sheets, as if to make sure they're still there. Tears start to roll down your cheeks as you begin to lose the sense of reality you never really had. "Am I alive?" you think to yourself as your heart beat begins to race. You turn to the night stand to the left of your bed, pulling open the top drawer. Out of the drawer you pull out a razor blade. With a shaky hand, you put it to your wrist. You cut deeper the further you drag it across your wrist. A small smile of relief works it's way onto your lips as a tear falls onto your wrist, mixing with the red liquid rising from the depths of your once clean arm. You sit and watch little bubbles of red collect in rows on your wrist. You know it's odd, but you like it. It's soothing to watch your blood flow. To know you can feel pain, to know your blood is still flowing, to know you infact are alive is the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
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Well I dunno what to do now. Maybe I'll continue this. But I mean if no one reads it what's the point?