It's not all that bad. Not really. I don't feel too sad anymore. I'm actually quite jovial. Maybe I am actually relaxed by the concept of death. The big sleep, y'know. And I do love to sleep. I love dreams, I adore nightmares. Maybe I'm going a little mad. That's okay too. It really doesn't bother me. Now I've resorted to eating things I shouldn't to make myself ill, or drinking too much fizzy so I get my cystitis <edit mod total eclipse triggering>. I enjoy it. I haven't cut in ages though, but the angry scar is still there. I admire it a lot. I'm okay. I just wanted everyone to know that.