Borderline

I ask things from people, even knowing that I'm not ready to give what I ask.
Pain is my fuel. I'm only happy when it rains.
I enjoy the feel of ripping skin, tearing flesh, my blood flowing down my arms. On that note, I love the taste of my own blood, her blood, metallic and sweet, coppery, as I lick it off our fingers.
I wish Helena would bite me.
It wasn't Fae's idea to take the Alprazolam.
Sex is my letout.
"Whore", "bitch" and "slut", when said to me in the right situation, turn me on like nothing else.
I hate vulgarity like nothing else.
I'm not one for PDA's. I value my privacy.
I believe in karma; it's my best friend, lately.
I fear I'll stop eating unless I'm starving after Ty's born.
If he left me, I'd die.
I want to be stronger.