Right now all I can think of is the feeling I get when I cut myself. The odd sensation of blood running down my arm, the pain and blood taking me away from the thoughts I have. Everything is so dark. In one way I would like to stay in this darkness. It is all- consuming. So the scalpel is on the table, ready to relieve me for a little while. I so need relief. I need to get all the feelings of today out. It has been too much again, and I am falling faster and faster towards the dangerous eternal darkness.