These are my friends, close friends, much more confided in than my family. Yes, you know the age-old story... family departs, the angst-driven teenager becomes violent yet oh-so loving to his/her friends and draws, writes poems & stories ect...Secludes themselves from the world and reaches out to people with a red and black wesite. Such a dull yet common story, so sad that none seem to realize it and break free from it. Self Mutilation. It's pitiful, cowardly, and yet still, I embrace that and the promise of Death yet to come. Until that is changed, here are my other penitent-ridden friends. Enjoy.
