I’m finally me, again. Well, at least, I think so. It’s been about, like, a day or so since the fog of bitter and anger has lifted. I found myself stumbling out of it, dazed, blinking rapidly, like the past while as all been a fuzzy bad dream that I’m not sure actually happened.
After a massive explosion of extreme self loathing, rage, and depression, a ripped up arm and bruised wrist and lack of hair–I’m finally okay again. I guess I just needed to have a crazy fit to bounce back, fully. At the moment, the only way to achieve this, is my old same-old-same-old and rip apart anything on me I could find. I know, its a childish, but the rage… it needed to be released, and I just… I was just so angry.
But anyway. Now everything is kaaay, again. I mean, I now have so little hair it’s depressing but that’s my own damn fault. AT LEAST I DON’T USE SHIT TO CUT MYSELF, LOLOLOL.
