My poor body

...is destroyed. At first, it was my wrists. Those little cuts bode ill for me in the most serious ways. Then, the OD at 24 ironically compounded the damage from being kneed in the crotch as a little girl because the routine catheter hurt. The most noticeable impact right away was that I couldnt feel … Continue reading My poor body →

Justified

My brother has committed suicide. It's been 4 1/2 months now. We cant get over it. For me, it justifies a lot of things. I was the one who was always attemping suicide. 5 tries. Then, suddenly, this. I didn't know what to think. I finally realized that my patents were feeling desperately guilty. And … Continue reading Justified →