So. Much. Blood.
I’ve taken to cleaning up with a few q-tips and a bunch of rubbing alcohol. There were more than three q-tips (those were the ones I hadn’t tossed yet).
I feel mildly better. Not really that accomplished.
But the blood excites me.
I don’t know why it makes me feel like I’m still human.
Twenty four.
And I’m about to go add more.
I just want to see myself bleed.
This is getting worse. And as of tomorrow, I’m temporarily homeless.
All of my belongings? Gone. Because I don’t have a car and no one can help me pack them and no one has a working car to help me get my shit home.
Tony’s got the apartment. His mom, psycho bitch, smelled weed, and I told him to blame me. So, she had me kicked out.
My bag of toys is out to play tonight.
