2 months to the day..jeez. and i cut open my ankle. good job me. funny thing is, i don't even care. as hard as i tried these past 2 months to not give in, i finally do and i don't care. just want more. and i could care less. i've felt so numb. that's a new feeling for me. apparently i'm liking it. i dunno.

it was just different last nite. weird. didn't feel like it was me doing it. i know that i did it, i just don't remember it completely. i'll figure it out again later on tonite. i tried to quit once and it was hell, why bother try again?