i got my sephora.com order yesterday. it's unbelieveable how much money i spent on frivolous things like eyeliner. so i'm sending the eyeliner back. i can't believe my attempts at trying to be human... by buying lip balm, for god's sake.
still cutting on my thigh. deeper than i ever could on my arms. and no one will ever know. i always wear jeans and it's unlikely i'll ever want to have sex again. it was a bad, dirtying experience, but emotionally? it was value neutral.
it seems like possessions are the only thing that keep me sane. how pathetic. when i'm really depressed, i plan for the future by picking out school clothes online. very, very sad. i know.
