A sad day in the life of a sad person.

Month 5, day 28

It had been a long day for Ritos, after half a week home from his chronic constipation. Ritos had spent all week in bed other than Tuesday and Thursday when he went to the doctor's office. He got a new medication that he was supposed to mix with food - it tasted a lot better than the stuff he already had. However over the course of the past week and the week before it, a new habit, and a very bad old one returned. The normal habit was just him combing his hair, he didn't know where it came from, but it was near maddening. Endlessly lying in bed just sitting combing his hair. The other habit...It had returned. It was a strange habit, and it was very strange indeed.

- This is gonna get a little edgy, and probably pretty graphic and disturbing in nature, and so you've been warned.

A few years before Ritos had learned that if you rub your hands together, or parts of your skin, that dead skin would come off. He'd learned it in science, and was always relatively fascinated with it, how it worked, why there was so much. It was completely harmless at first - not that it was harmful now, but it was quite bothering and worrying of his friends. What Ritos did was he'd take one of his pocketknives, and he'd essentially scrape his skin with the dull end of the knife. He didn't cut himself, that was never the idea behind it, which was a misconception people seemed to have. He'd do it for hours, and he'd do it all over. It was especially easy to do after he took a shower, as for some reason the skin came off easier. He knew it was weird, but at least he wasn't cutting himself, he thought to himself. He didn't know where the habit of doing it came from as it had been dormant for years, but like the combing habit, it came out of nowhere. Ritos thought it had something to do with the depression, and so that's what he assumed. Was he wrong? Perhaps. Did he really care at that point? Not at all. The habits however strange kept him occupied, they gave him something to do. Anything was better than sitting idle and doing nothing at all. Most people just want a break - Ritos wanted something to do. Why? He knew, and as did all of his friends, when he sat idle he got sad. Sadness leads to hating life, hating life leads to the thought of ending himself. Anything was good enough to keep himself from getting back to that low...