2:31 p.m. --- cutting on the arms again. joy. --- 2004-07-18
i knew i would. i mean, it's just a single cherry-hued line at the crease of my elbow but i feel like a dirty fucking liar for doing it. i dunno what my mom is gonna do. she's the one i swore off doing it for. hell if i'll wear short sleeves for the rest of my life. it's doesn't seem so bad, actually. long sleeves are a part of me. they never come off.
i'm thinking about going to bed. or maybe taking another shower. maybe i'll just browse the pictures my father took at a local car show. my poor family. they didn't ever do anything to deserve this. or me.
