Masochist

I am girl who has spent her entire life in Alaska. I'm disgusting and I've never met anyone who could even try to comprehend what my passions are. Until recently... This man and I know death is just as much apart of life as breathing.. We know we'll both die, but we want to die in victory. We have a suicide pact. And if he ever leaves me for another I get to kill them both. We are soul mates, so there for, we never die. I love seeing humans at their worst and seeing just how far we can take it. We think we're so superior, but it's amazing seeing someone so dead...so pathetic and weak...just a body. But they're free and never ever have to feel again. I am in the 99th percentile of anxiety, I'm always sick and shaking...it's to such a point I become delusional...I get so jealous seeing people die...they never have to ever feel bad or good feelings... I want out of this body. But for now I'm trying to bring out my more sadistic tendencies instead of my masochism that has ruled my life. I always told myself...I can't kill or mutilate other people so I should just do it to myself...I've been in and out of various things but now I've managed to crawl on top of them and now I just want to watch the it all burn and become the power I've feared for so long.

painting, sadomasochism, death, blood, gore, piercings, karla homolka, paul bernardo

"Everybody Dies" ~Mary Bell