Friday, February 5, 2010
My Scar
It was right after Christmas my sister and I wanted to play a board game. So I went into her closet and asked her what she wanted to play. She answered "I want to play parcheesi" so I asked her ot go inot the kitchen and get me a pair of scissors or a knife so I could open the game and we could play. She came back with a knife and when I climbed back up into the closet I had her hand me the knife only being a child she didn"t realize that she handed it to me point up and it impaled me in my hand. I didn"t even realize it happened until she started crying and i looked at my hand. I immediately pulled it out of my hand and then I started bleeding so I had my dad take me to the emergency room in order for me to get stitches.
Monday, February 1, 2010
stream of consciouness
boring existence I have togo pay my bill thank god i didn't forget to pay it or else Id be in alot of trouble then i have to go to work can't i ever just have one day to myself where i don"t have anything ot do and I can just lay in bed for hours upon hours that would be awesome but we all know that it would never happen someone always has to wake me up god the sound of these keys is really annoying i wish i could tune them out and just keep writing without the noise.
Hurt: inspired by the lyrics to the song hurt by Johnny Cash
I've been here before the feelings are the same as they were the last time only the last time it didn't hurt as much as it does now I know if I was to hurt myself again it would only cause me and you more pain and yet it seems to be all I know how to do in order to deal with my pain I don"t understand how I can seem to be alive to everyone that is around me and yet I hurt myself just to feel the pain in order to see if I'm still alive is this reality a reality I created for myself in order to hide from my feelings or is this just part of the disease and I need to learn how to deal with it all these feelings that I have bottled up for so long need an escape but I don't think I 'm ready for it just yet I don't think I could handle your reaction or my own
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