This kid in my school died. Makes me stop and think that, wow, that could have been me. Is it bad that I’ve been thinking about it a lot? I’m not handling his death very well, I didn’t even know him.
Today I injured myself, it was an accident though, something small. I told my parents my dog did it. “Oh you better hope it was the dog,” my mom said. I technically didn’t SI because it wasn’t intentional. I didn’t purposely SI, it was an accident. So yeah, not cool. I do miss SIing like crazy. I don’t know how much longer I can go.