10.58am:
All I know is I ran out of depression potion, the aftermath of self harming entity is just Simply horrendous. Course not to mention how mom walked out of the door like nothing happened to her kid. She was right. I did it because it's a self induced conflict, between me and myself. I did it because it hinders my ability to think straight, pun intended. I did it because just as how alcoholics and drug users perceived it as a momemtum, stress reliever and addicting substance.
Maybe I am wrong, I should've stopped triggering myself whenever I see someone does it. It's no good for my brains.
But hey! You should stop doing it, don't hurt yourself over some despicable young lad whom tells you to be someone you aren't. And remember that incident where I have to apologize for something I didn't commit. You guys are simply homophobic cunt that should've burned in hell.
Tell that to same meth users, or daily alcohol chugger, and all you'll see is how a burden prick you are. Condemners. This is prison you soulless bastards.
Okay back to this current prevail.
I've managed to win most of the bids via eBay. Snatching every opportunity I have to buy that pink Floyd rare poster. It's rare gem! that's what she said. So much for this compulsion though, money kept flowing out ever since I got that 1k. But I got to say, I'm finally happy. Been attempting to restock my room, redecorating it is. That means the old dusty cardboard Gotta go, bed frame eliminated and that useless table at the corner, gotta go too. I've thought of painting my room, not that kind where I inflicted words using my blood. But painting it rainbow color, or silver gold!
Cousin got dem walls like those, sparkling hint drops of gold scattered across her wall. Too bad she's gone, a gentle riddance, I'm satire this way.
Anyhoo Pokemon go went cray, I play it too. Surprising how unappreciated and isolated locations are filled with homosapiens. Sensational game, not for too long I suppose.
Eventually I ran out of words to say. My blog has been partially discarded, since it was depleting the truth and facts about my road to recovery. A hint—it's not going too well.
Alas my friends, here's a short update. Do what you want with that information.
