There's something surreal about cutting. I'm messaging a friend and my left arm is bleeding, not much but just enough. I got out what I had to get out and feel better for it. I haven't felt the need to cut in 15 years but there's been too much, too soon the past few weeks. Too little money, too many bills, traffic citations, messed up cheque this morning from work that was short $400, a change in co-pay on Avodart from $30 something to $150 with the new insurance. It all built up and I had to let it out somehow or I was going to explode and do something worse but I'm OK now. I just need some rest. I'm very tired. Insomnia sucks. Stress sucks.
Christ I hate sounding like a drama queen but I'm thousands of miles away from my close friends and it's too late for them to just talk to me. I'm not suicidal, just depressed and alone.