requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Monday, April 24, 2006
Masochism.Somebody please tell me why am I still going through this. What pleasure do I derive from seeing my own limbs get butchered one by one, finger by finger. What sick sick games is my mind playing with me, can somebody please enlighten me thank you. It's one thing to enjoy watching these gruesome acts being done to someone on screen but actually enjoying it happening on yourself, that's just mental. To be honest, I have no idea why, when I see somebody being gut on screen I cringe a little, my eyelids get a little heavier than usual and I find myself strategically turning to aside a little and my head tilt away a little. But when I see me own heart being dug out with her bare hands and torn to pieces little by little, I find myself smiling a little, I feel a little warm and fuzzy inside ( even though I theoratically do not have a heart for that ). Shoot me. Please. Or you can just get someone to do it if your knees are buckling under the pressure or if your shirt cuffs are wet from the sweat of your palms. | unendability
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