[ WP ] You went out of your way to try your own flesh and now you 're in love with the taste .

A word to the wise. Die young. And maybe you can avoid the temptation of an addiction. Addiction is a lot like an abusive relationship. You know that it's harmful, that you're killing yourself. You say every time that this is the last time and that you're done going forward. But then, you realize that it's all you can think about, and that you need to go back to it or you'll just... blow your own fucking brains out. That's addiction. That's what I face, every single day. All because I decided to pick off a hang nail with my teeth. All because I liked the taste of skin and blood on my tongue. All because I swallowed. Not a day later and I was carving a bit of finger off for myself to enjoy. That healed up about 3 weeks later, and I was lucky enough to have nobody to explain it to. Next was from the leg, then the arm. I realized that the thigh and torso hurt the least and provided decent sized takes. I've since tried the body and blood of other people, and none of it compares to my own. Was I just born delicious? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe... I do n't know what. All I do know is that skin and meat is n't enough. I've decided that I'm not long for this world. Tonight, I'm going to taste of my own organs, if it's the last thing I do before I die. And it most likely will be. God protect my soul.
