I am so morbid ..
I’m just sitting here, staring at this huge, purple bruise on my knee, and I think it is so beautiful. I actually get excited when I get a bruise, because I think it looks so cool. I would never intentionally hurt myself to get one, but I am oddly happy if I do happen to get one. For example, after the My Chem shows in Edmonton and Calgary, I was covered in bruises. I was at the front of the barricade, in between Frank and Gerard, so everyone was vicious, trying to steal my spot. My knees got smashed against the barricade, I used my hips to push myself against the barricade to push people back, and my arms were bruised because of how much I was being pinched. Not to mention that my head got kicked by crowd surfers every other minute. (It is so worth it though <3) .. And when they faded, I was sad. It’s like my battle scars. It’s proof you were there and experienced it.
