My screenname means death-love, and that should tell you enough. Sinister things have always fascinated me and I've been courting death from an early age, and it was through suicide that I ended up here.
We should probably also mention my good friend who died some two years before I took the fatal step. I kept hearing her voice, asking me to join her, and seeing her figure far away, as if through a fog. And one autumn night, after a walk to the metro station (to check out trains to jump under), I returned home and locked my door. And then I did things to myself with my knives, which I still keep sharp even though they do no harm to the incorporeal body I now inhabit.
I apologise for the lack of half-eaten body parts and everything else you might connect with me (except the blood, of course), but that's how it happened, and it would be improper to twist the truth to make it sound more interesting.
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He bit me, and I was not gentle.
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