Everything seems cloudy. A mess. Mix up. My judgement is a mess. My mind is a mess. My surrounding is a mess. My relationships with others is a mess.
My life is a mess. My brain is so fucked up that I could not think properly other than wanted to feel more of me again. I’ve thought of cutting myself will be a choice. Pain might just be the right answer to this, miserable lost life. A few times I saw the blade, this thought came to me. The image of blood oozing out of my wrist. Can I gain some sanity from that? Maybe I can.