Maybe it is really extreme. All I know is, I'll never do it again.
Because this ferkin' bandage itches like anything.
I don't even know why I did it.... 11pm, me and scissors. Why?
I just don't know. Totally freaked out my mom, though. So we talked and I cried on her shoulder for like, an hour. She said that I was being to hard on myself about a lot of things, that carrying all that worry wasn't my responsibility. Maybe it isn't, but it's hard to let it go anyways.
She also said that she's been worried about me for a while too, because I haven't eating much, or sleeping well. She thinks it's the stress. I don't know. I've been so confused and...detached lately. Everything seems so surreal. Like I'm not even really here.
Hm. Normally I wouldn't put something like this here, but I needed to get it out and no one reads this anyways, so....
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The Z-Files!
Zed for Something starting with Zed. I dunno. It sounded cool. Anyway. Things here that I want to save, rants, updates, etc. Yeah......
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