I found my haematite, the blood stone. i remember i was given a heamatite necklace when i was a teen-and it somehow made me a bit more confident. made me have less *fat and ugly days*, or rather, have some not *fat and ugly days*

chris gave me a stone, nearly 5 years ago now-a large silver-black stone, smooth and cool to touch. Haematite..... im looking at it now-it meant so much all those years ago. does it care how much has changed? it was given to me by someone who believed in magic. hell, he believed in things like love, and living-happily-ever-after.....Now, he alone and cold, gone into the world i tried for years to drag him out of.... and actually got somewhere. what have i done? what has he done?


DID YOU THINK IT'S COOL
TO WALK RIGHT UP
TO TAKE MY LIFE
AND FUCK IT UP?
WELL, DID YOU?