Slit your wrists

     I opened my wrist with one firm stroke of the knife, watching with interest as the blood leaped out of the vein. My wrists were latticed with knife scars, but I still found the sigh of my own blood fascinating. There was always the element of danger: After so many years, would I finally get careless and cut too deep? Would this be the day I watched my young life stream away into the blur pottery bowl with the nice frieze of nymphs on the side? The thought much brightened a life of minimum excitement.

     But this time it was not to be. The first leap of blood slowed to a trickle, and I settled back against the mosaic pillar in the atrium, blue bowl in my lap. Soon a pleasant haze would descend over my eyes and the world would take on an agreeably distant hue. I needed that haze today................. 

The first paragraph of a great book i just finished reading , if many are wondering what it is, Its called Mistress of Rome by Kate Quinn. Even though this book is about some actual facts of Ancient Rome, i cant help but notice that, what this poor slave does and thinks as she mutilates her body, is what most of us want to do to those who piss us off or, to those who we just don't like. I have many times in my 34 years to be nice to others, I have also tried to understand them as well, NEWS FLASH bitches I DON'T HAVE TO, I really can care less what you think and I really have no time for your stupidities. 

This Blog will be for those who love to rant and rage, feel free to let it all out..............................