||[Jul. 17th, 2006|02:03 pm]
My face hurts. A lot. And it's square-shaped.|
I wish I would just hurry up and heal. I feel so useless, lying here and bleeding. I feel as though the most important part of my summer is rushing past me while I try and recuperate. Dammit.
The most fun aspect of it all is my total removal from reality. The drugs and the pain have lead to a sense of apathy that trumps everything. I no longer can see the repercutions of my actions, which leads me to believe I'm going to do something stupid soon. Take pitty on my poor broken body, mind, and soul.