May 20th, 2012

I've become dependant on Jersey Shore. It's all that keeps me from cutting and crying lately and it's weird as fuck to realise that I can't handle things alone. As soon as I had to go for a bath yesterday, I cut and made lots of diagonal lines along the inside of my forearm. I counted them and it's at least 50, but I'm sure they'll fade. I also wrote FAT on my wrist and it's hard to hide it because this arm is the only one I use? If that even makes sense. I don't think it does. But I keep my right under wraps and hide it all the time. If I reach for something with my left, the sleeve slides and you can see the beginning of "FAT" so yeah. It'll be hard but who gives a fucking shit any more.