I just cut. I get better at it everytime. Both a happy and frightening thought. Death is, afterall, what I’m reaching for but I haven’t REALLY tried for that in almost 9 months. But I want to right now. I wish my dad hadn’t hidden that bottle of tylenol with codeine that I stole when I ran away to Seattle. The best I can find is extra strength Excederin…awesome, I’m too much of a wuss for that long agonizing death due to liver failure. I wish I was still taking Microbiology; I could have easily gotten my hands on some cyanide from the labs…these are […]