My excuse for my cut face was scratching it in the shower. It worked, and everyone believed me. Thankfully. Tonight had I the same urge again, so I went over the original cut. Slightly deeper this time (still, I don’t think it’s deep enough to scar). It’s still bleeding a little.
However, the bottom went off course and there’s two lines there. I guess I’ll have to pick at the scanned one tonight until it’s barely visible, then cover it with makeup in the morning. Fun.
I didn’t leave my room until the afternoon today. I got yelled at for sleeping in. In my defence, I wasn’t asleep. I just couldn’t get myself out of bed. My depression is getting worse again. My family don’t seem to understand that, though. Oh well.
I see my psychiatrist this month, and my therapist again – we have fortnightly appointments now. I’ll probably let her increase my medication dose, and then ask her what I can do about the voices since they’re driving me insane. I’ve had roughly 7 hours sleep in the last 4 days because of them. And it’s almost 2AM here. So exhaustion is taking over right now. Great.