I am a terrible human being sometimes. Now is one of those times.
I haven’t had the urge to hurt myself in years but today seems like a dandy day to return to old nasty habits that die hard.
No sense in praying to a god I don’t believe in. Wouldn’t do any good even if I did believe.
Commence curling up into a ball and crying until it goes away.
Another day of questioning what the hell I’m doing. Whee hormones! I’m back to hating my house, shithole that it is. I’m a terrible parent. Probably not the best spouse either. One big helping of FML today.
Next tattoo. Oh yes.