Spoiled Prince's Journal

I've tried cutting myself again about a week ago.
Didn't want to say anything not to cause unneeded drama.

I don't know why I did this. I just felt that maybe if I feel that pain, all my problems will disappear.
But they didn't. They're still there, more vivid and painful now that I know I can do nothing to escape them.

The pain was wonderful.
It felt as if butterflies were flying out from underneath my skin.
Crimson butterflies, so beautiful.

But then came the disappointment. It was pointless and stupid for me to do such a thing.
The only thing that's left now is this wound that doesn't want to heal and is constantly bleeding.

My Mother asked me what happened and I had to lie again.
I'm good at lying.

Will this never end? Will I be able to be happy again?

Thanks to this journal I was able to meet some great people. Some of them became my good friends.
But was it really necessary for me to open myself so much, to be so shocking?
Was that the only way for me to get noticed?

If people seek drama, I'll give them what they want.