This Week is spring break. I haven’t been doing much,
working on school work and trying to get ready for what I’m going to do
afterwards.
There is another nagging thought in my mind, which is about
the anniversary of my attempt. It’s a few months away, but it’s still in my
mind.
Mostly because I don’t know how healed I really am. That is
a strange thought to me, I’ve been
working on myself, reclaiming my life, but I wonder at the speed I’m doing it
in. Some days feel better than others and some feel like I’m never getting
better.
I’ve stopped writing fiction. It’s been months, but I have
no desire to write. I don’t know what is causing this, but I think it has
something to do with my meds. IT’s a bummer but I hope its something that will
pass.
But that is all I really got for today, unless one wants to
hear me talk about ink master. Which all I have to say is that if I was Kyle, I
would have packed my shit and left when Jay came back saying that to me. It is
clear that he is not going to get a far shot. Which is bullshit being that
Tattoo Baby was in the fucking bottom the whole time and they didn’t give her
half as much shit that they have him.
-Skadi
