I cut myself again yesterday.
It was a hard deep cut on my left hand. It bled bad. I'm not sure why I did it. It was a rough day at work, maybe an argument with the wife, I dunno. I kept thinking that everybody hates me, nobody likes me, that sort of thing. It made me paranoid and that makes me start to hate myself (which really isn't a difficult thing to do) so that's when I punish myself by cutting. It's also probably a cry for help to the people around me but to tell you the truth I don't really have too many people around me in my life right now.
But I'm getting better. You hear that, Gwen? This is the first time I've cut myself in like a month or two. That's pretty good when you see all the scars on my arm. And the one on my wrist. That's a small one.
Anyhoo, tomorrow is a random day off for me. Gonna take it slow, pop some pills. Gonna to go to Target, buy some new shoes, maybe a tie. I'm finally going to watch the seventies hideous mind fuck Godzilla VS The Smog Monster. Take it easy. That sort of thing.
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