Because I can't afford a psychiatrist


Yeah, okay. I did say “see you tomorrow,” but I did warn you earlier, I FAILED TERRIBLY at keeping a diary. This isn’t any different as it is just an electronic version of a diary. You should congratulate me, I managed to fail on paper as well as in the internet cloud. Hooray. Well I’m off to bed. I’ll get back to you. Sometime.


Just one of those days.

One of those days where the only thing I can think about is killing myself. Issues? Who doesn’t have issues?¬†Problems? I have none. In fact, this day has been relatively light and breezy. The weather wasn’t too hot, nor was it raining. My workload wasn’t hellish. I actually had a handful of work done, even if most of the time my mind was busy constructing creative but painless ways for me to put myself to sleep.¬†


The First Cut

Wasn’t the deepest

No, not at all.

It was like the others,

A subtle rend of anxious skin,

A gentle pulse of crimson,

just enough to hush the demons

shrieking inside my brain.

Ready. Fire! Aim.

And so it begins. I tried maintaining a diary and I failed terribly. I realized that my hand cannot keep up with the speed of the ephemeral thoughts that plague my noggin. So here I am, bowing to the power of the keyboard and my relatively high WPM. See you tomorrow for my next session. This is therapy for me, really.