As a housewarming gift, a friend sent me a huge cooler of Omaha Steaks, and a set of really good knives, and I am itching to break one out and do some damage. Because, you know, I just don't give a damn right now. Unfortunately, that's when I'm most dangerous to myself.

There are two reasons I cut. One is so I can feel something. The other is because I feel too much.

OK, there are 3 reasons -- one is so I can punish myself for being a useless piece of shite.

All 3 are bombarding me right now.

I should be a good girl and go take some extra Geodon and go to bed, but I just don't care.

Not only am I a useless piece of shite, I'm a complete and total fraud. I don't know how I've fooled so many people into thinking I'm competent and in control, but it's crap.



Too bad there isn't a smiley for :serious self-loathing:

CB