It's nice. Its been a few years since I've held my body hostage. I had forgotten how nice it feels. Will I feel like shit later? I don't know. Who knows. I played with a knife for awhile. Nothing much happened. I need something sharper. I took some of my dad's perscription pills. That was new. I'm a newbie and I'm taking it slow. I wouldn't call this a cry for help. A cry for help would be telling someone who knew me, who knew my face and name and where I lived. This is just some friendly sharing. God, I feel so much better. Researched the pills, nothing big, just took one more than I hould have. But I wonder if it'll put me out? I'll probably go get some more if it doesn't. kiss kiss. fuck I feel love stoned. This is nice. goddamn ocean metaphor. I won't go into it now, I'm not in the fucking mood to fucking talk.