I was 14 years old, Chester was my "husband", and Linkin Park were my drug. I woke and slept looking at them ( I had a poster above my bed), everything was about them, my life was them, I knew every step they were doing, and my secret plan were kill Chester's wife and take him for me. What prove that I was crazy and I should do some therapy. I was almost getting over Chester because I had a boyfriend, and he loved Linkin Park too, so one day, I woke up and looked at my six boys and said "I'll prove my love today".
So what I did, well, I called one of my best friends over and asked him a favor, he has to take a needle and mark LP on my leg, and he did. The pain was terrible, I didn't bleed but I feelt a lot of pain.
In the next day I was so pround about myself that i showed to all my class mates my LP scar. It was in my left leg about 2 years now I see absolutly nothing.