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Look! I should never feel proud of doing well because then life will take that chance to kick me down again. So I'm being a little melodramatic. I just hate the fact that not even one day ago I was bragging that I thought about cutting but didn't and now my arm looks like this ||||||||||||||. Ew. I apologize for using keystrokes to illustrate something. Then again, I've done worse after much less, so I should be proud that at least I didn't break something, right? I don't know. Sometimes I think that maybe it's better if I cut every once in awhile. That would prevent these sudden breakdowns I get from repressing shit so much. Cutting isn't repressing. Or maybe I need to find a better way to release emotions. I need sleep. (PS: Thank you, Davi.) Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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