I love the Urban Dictionary.

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FUCK:

An expression of contempt.

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I'm...doing better, I guess. I don't feel suicidal anymore, at least. And my leg, which is more fucked up than ever, is starting to heal. I still don't know what I'm going to do. But I think that maybe I could be okay. For a little while at least. Until the next crisis. I feel...worn down. But it's better than not feeling anything.

Sunday, April 20, 5:28 PM:

Deepest cut ever. Still bleeding profusely. Still in extreme amounts of pain.

I don't want it to stop.

More pics:


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Just thought I'd post some pictures:


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Caffeine, internet, and improperly bandaged wounds are going to be the death of me, I can tell.

I finally got some sleep, and I feel much better. It did get pretty bad there, but that's what I get for drinking one of those giant bottles of coke every time I got sleepy.

I realised some things about my sleep patterns:

1) I get, on average, about two hours of sleep a night.

2) I am completely unable to function for at least an hour after I wake up.

3) After 27 hours without sleep, I start to hallucinate.

4) I have not slept in 53 hours.

5)There is a blue squirrel sitting on the foot of my bed, eating grapefruit.

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Is this what it feels like to go crazy?

What the hell am I doing wrong? I decided I'd see how long I could go without cutting, and I only make it two and a half days. That must be a new record. I broke a plate after dinner, and my dad started screaming at me, and he was saying the worst things, so after he told me to clean it up and left, I grabbed one of the sharpest pieces and used it ( Read more... )