Bart -

I'm sorry, Bart. I wasn't doing so okay. I was on the line with Pat, talking out the urge to empty as much blood out of my forearms as humanly possible without actually killing myself.

I am doing a little better now. At least enough to stay away from the kitchen silverware drawer with the knives. At least enough to try and go back to sleep.

I went one more day without hurting myself.

Sometimes I don't know if that's a victory or if it's simply conceding to the defeat of being a permanently crazy person.

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Might be time to get all the sharp knives out of the house and get by with blunt and plastic in the meantime?