And again to Hell and back…I should get AirMiles

I cut again, my palm, I’ll tell Elle it was an accident. Like I grabbed a sharp knife the wrong end when I was washing up and it slipped. I know it sounds daft but if you actually knew me, it’s not totally impossible.m, actually it’s just like somethign that would happen to me.

I’m running a bath, it might make me feel a bit better, cleaner. Even if it doesn’t the heat will take my mind, and breath, away. I suppose you could argue that I have scorchingly hot baths because I’m a self harmer/injurer/mutilater, whatever you want to label it. You could argue that I suppose, but you’d be wrong, actually I hate being cold, pathologically hate it. That’s the only the thing about death that I worry about, will I feel the cold? That’s not meant to be funny, but laugh if it makes for lighter reading.