Prickish

Hello no one. Here I am. Hello. I slept in my sunday clothes last night when I did fall asleep. I woke up with a bloody nose (don't know why) and the taste of vomit in my mouth (know why). In the mirror, I look like shit. Finally I am presentable to the world as a real reflection of what's inside. Hello world, my name isn't important, but I'm here to fuck with your emotions and make myself feel better with low self-esteem. And how are you?

My subconscience betrayed me last night. Single-handedly I destroyed my kingdom in two days. Spurned the girl I love by loving her. Hurt someone who loves me into hating me. Lost the trust of my mother, the friendship of my father, and the respect for myself. Last night I was a twelve year old girl who wanted to cut herself. Immature, unthinking, and terribly pathetic.

Today is time to stitch the wounds. Maybe go camping, or in the worst-case-scenario leave. Maybe I'll call the duke of Moab, see if he has anything to say. Or, more beautifully, nothing to say at all.