I feel like cutting again. All these scars on my body though, damn, what more is there to do? Attempting has crossed my mind. These realizations, that are like a knife twisting into your body. And you have to fight with a dog for your food and water, but the dog wins... and pees all over you, the mut. And it is when I realize that I am lower than the mut, that the mut has what I want, I don't know how. Lower than the mut covered in his piss.