I just had a text message : “Emily, Jason is found dead in His room”
*click menu* *delete*
Yea..My boyfriend died. So what?
No, I did not go to His funeral just to touch His stone
I did not cry Him a river, not a single weep.
I did not wear black to show everyone how sad his death made me feel.
I did not scream, get drunk or cut myself like some depressed people do.
I have my own, easy way to mourn.
I just have to get naked, look at myself in the mirror and smiles at all the scars and wounds my boyfriend purposely gave me.. One hour before I stabbed His chest with scissors and stick my eye pencils on both of His eyeballs.