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Happy St, Patricks Day Miwaukee!
Today I made myself two plugs for my ear lobes to wear to work.
I sawed off the shaft of some yellow golf tees. They stay in without any o-rings or anything. Sweet shit.
My day was really good.
Went to school, slept through 1st and 3rd hour.
Hurt my hip somewhere in there, I don't know how.
Went to lunch, where I just had a good time in general.
The rest of the day went quickly, until Jazz, which I didn't go to. That hour dragged a bit. I think I'm going to go tomorrow. And play. That sounds good.
Then I went to work, and closed. Monotonous. Not bad, not good.
Then I came home and did dishes and crap.
I can't remember if I have homework. I'm going to assume not.
As for the details I mentioned earlier, prepare yourself for a bit of a surprise.
I started cutting early in January. Cutting myself.
I liked the pain. I felt so surreal and apathetic for such a long time, it jostled me back into reality every time I took that razor to my skin. I have scars. This isn't something I'm proud of. It was a mistake.
But it was also an addiction. It hurt to stop more than it hurt to continue. But i broke myself and have been cut free for almost a month and a half. If you ask me about it, I will talk about it. I'm not going to hide this, it's there for everyone to see on my arms.
People deal with stress in different ways. That was one way I tried. It worked, but just not that way I wanted it to.
Now I'm going to go lift some weights, do some crunches, some pushups, and some stretching.
Then I'm going to kick off St. Pattys Day by getting drunk.
Goodnight and wear green tomorrow.