Last night after my phone and tablet were taken away, my sister said she was shocked that I wasn't asking idiot questions in class. Ouch. That hurt like hell. I took my pain out on my arm. Two more cuts. I need a way to quickly staunch bleeding. My dad nearly walked in on me trying to stop the drops of blood from welling up. It doesn't run down my arm or anything, but I'd like it to in a way.
On a happier subject, my friend Misty came over. We went to the park and talked.
But on the bus some kids were talking about how someone had helped another person attempt suicide at school and might go to jail on a charge of second degree murder. One girl said that to shoot yourself you have to have guts. I was quiet the whole time.
