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I feel a bit ill.

Back in high in grade XI, I skipped chemistry for a year; I went and sat down in a nice and quiet area of the school. Retrospectively, this small “break” helped me immensely.

When i was in high school chemistry i remember heating up some test-tube calipers with the bunsen-burner. I attached them to my friend's finger, just for a laugh. Obviously, he cried out and swore at me; i apologized profusely and he showed an immense amount of understanding.
I thought it was funny.

Speaking of scars:

I don’t like when people see my scars ‘cause it reminds me of who I am; I’m not ashamed of who and what I am, it just reminds me that I am indeed “different” to most people and I’ll never “connect” with said people ‘cause they’ll never understand why I do such a thing.

Interestingly enough, I understand why they stare with a judgmental and misunderstood gaze.

Some people understand about scars, (maybe more than you think?).
I stopped scaring myself, then moved onto scaring others. I've given up on that now too.

Life experience and all that. The world "out there" I'm living in is massively judgmental....

There's my truth, I cannot judge anyone....

well it's to do with anger and feelings. You can burn yourself so that you know you can feel, then you can burn other people to see if they do. But it's futile either way.

I just tore up the 6ft by 3ft Charcoal Mural I've been working on for 3 months.

my foot and ankle are jolly painful this morning.

it is 3:00am and I am not sleeping!

Here, it's 2:00 AM and I'm not sleeping.

I'll watch a Kendo class in the morning, so I have to go to bed now.

Good night!

Have fun....

The clacking of timber [or steel] is a beautiful [or terrible] dance to a beautiful [or terrible] song....

Understanding? There is no such thing. The average person looks and all they see are those damn scars.
My mother still doesn't like me to go out with her in short sleeves.

Anyways...truth- I am going to a circus thing at the local theatre tonight...similar to Cirque Du Soleil, called Le Grand Cirque.
I sent my spare ticket(a friend who was visiting cannot make it now) to the local aspie guy I obsessed over for a year.
Doubt he will turn up.

I dont care about the average person, there are many people who have cut thier wrists and survive. Maybe they understand, i dont know im not a mindreader.