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Okay...allow me to elaborate. Flashback, the day of the play. School. This kid, whom we shall dub "Greg Effer" for safety purposes ( You know who I'm talking about, *cazian and ~blueviolets ), was pissing me off to the greatest extent possible. Like, I don't think I've ever been that angry at a single person in my entire life. One thing led to another, and I was sitting in study hall, writing a rather abusive and derisive song about the aforementioned person. I cannot say I'm proud of what I wrote. So, a week or so later, I opened my sketchbook and stared at the page for a minute or so. Then I erased it. Very hard. I was disappointed in myself. At the time, I was listening to the Switchfoot CD "Nothing is Sound," and, incidentally, I was listening to the song "The Fatal Wound." This reminded me of a friend of mine who cuts. So, I sort of combined the two incidents to make a statement and drew over the remaining marks of what I had written.

I just don't get why people would do that to themselves. It's stupid and it's not going to help you at all. Sure, it might make you feel better for a little while, but soon enough you'll be back in the same spot you were before, maybe worse off. It's ridiculous. There are so many alternatives. I use words. It helped me get rid of the anger I had towards...ahem...him. And erasing what I had written actually helped a lot. You can still see some of the marks on the page, but it's negligible.

Also, incase it wasn't apparent, the design around the words is supposed to be pieces of glass.

And, that border around this picture and the previous one? That's from my sketchbook. It put a border around each of the pages. Retarded. But I decided to keep it for these two pictures.

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Okay...allow me to elaborate. Flashback, the day of the play. School. This kid, whom we shall dub "Greg Effer" for safety purposes ( You know who I'm talking about, *cazian and ~blueviolets ), was pissing me off to the greatest extent possible. Like, I don't think I've ever been that angry at a single person in my entire life. One thing led to another, and I was sitting in study hall, writing a rather abusive and derisive song about the aforementioned person. I cannot say I'm proud of what I wrote. So, a week or so later, I opened my sketchbook and stared at the page for a minute or so. Then I erased it. Very hard. I was disappointed in myself. At the time, I was listening to the Switchfoot CD "Nothing is Sound," and, incidentally, I was listening to the song "The Fatal Wound." This reminded me of a friend of mine who cuts. So, I sort of combined the two incidents to make a statement and drew over the remaining marks of what I had written.

I just don't get why people would do that to themselves. It's stupid and it's not going to help you at all. Sure, it might make you feel better for a little while, but soon enough you'll be back in the same spot you were before, maybe worse off. It's ridiculous. There are so many alternatives. I use words. It helped me get rid of the anger I had towards...ahem...him. And erasing what I had written actually helped a lot. You can still see some of the marks on the page, but it's negligible.

Also, incase it wasn't apparent, the design around the words is supposed to be pieces of glass.

And, that border around this picture and the previous one? That's from my sketchbook. It put a border around each of the pages. Retarded. But I decided to keep it for these two pictures.