Well, I showered last night so I definitely am not today. I shower 6 out of 7 of the days in the week. See, I'm clean. Dude! I have to piss like a m****rf**ker! My throat is dry. Pee! AGH!
Anyway, um, yeah. I have nothing to do.
I think I'm going insane! My thoughts, they're ******** up. i just think about him and her. She loved him. Why didn't I kill him? I had the chance to. I shouldn't have cared for the consequences. I should've went up to him and pierced him right through the heart. But now- now, that knife is gone, and so is that chance.
I went into my room, struggling to get the pocketknife from my tight pocket. I started digging a circle into my arm. It now looks like I tried to amputate my hand and part of my wrist off. The pain was excruciating. I never did something like that! I then took out a match, scrapped it against the side of the cardboard and placed it to my wrist. I started to think and before I knew it the match started burning my finger and went out. A tear ran down my cheek. I silently begged for the flame to return, pressing what was left against my wrist.
I took out another match, but did the same. I was too scared.
My room smells like soot.
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