I hate this.

I cracked. They said I would, and I did. I couldn't even make it a month. I'm horrible. Absolutely terrible. I was already less of a person anyways, so I guess it don't matter. I suck either way. At the end of the month I was gonna go get my a helix or an industrial done to celebrate. So that my body art could have some sort of meaning to it. Nope. I guess I'll prolly just get bored and do it my self. With out any meaning except the sick satisfation of runing a needle through my self.

I hate myself.
Onward with the May Plan.