It was two years ago today, the 4th, that I hacked at my wrist with a serrated kitchen knife, cutting down to the bone. Two years ago that I ruined many material things in the house with my blood, that I was hospitalized, stitched up like a motherfucker, then held in a horrible, horrible crisis center for several days. It was two years ago I decided to check out, end it. And now that two years have gone by, no, I’m not thrilled with everything in my life, but, overall, I’m glad I’m still here.
Published on July 04, 2012 07:25