Whew, so uh I made it through the week, the whole month of January actually. What a fucking month it was. In a mere 31 days I knew death of friends, of pets (not my own thank God), family, my social self (When the whole school knows you have seizures there is a bit of stigma that goes along with it. Well, most days I don't even brush my hair, so I guess their perception of me isn't changed much), and I almost died again of guilt. So now I am actually revelling in life, the glory of life, our fragile existence. So kids, DON't DRINK AND DRIVE!!! Sisters, people, I don't understand the addiction of self harm, but please don't get rushed to the emergency room. It's too scary, I can't help but let the guilt consume me. What if they never found you.... Dogs shouldn't die, especially ones like Sadie, my Granpa's happy rollie polie puppy. Stay in touch with uncles and aunties and family, you never know. Whether you deserve it or not, your brain could go berzerk at any moment, or you could die just like THAT. Life is precious guys, thanks for spending the time to read my rantings... peace out.
