palebloom

so, i guess i'm starting this. i've been putting it off "until i actually have something to say," but as it doesn't look like the state of things is changing anytime soon, i figure - what better time than now?

one of us is still dead, the other is still a wreck, and me... i took off work today because i was feeling zonked this morning from all the pot. this afternoon, i took my own stitches out with a pair of nail scissors. hardc0re. still can't sleep on my ear, and am worried about having rat ear from the way the cartilage appears to be healing. joy. my chin, on the other hand, looks great. i don't even think there'll be a scar. the bruises on my forehead are finally gone.

is it okay for me to be happy for a second because i escaped with my life and i'm getting better, or are we all going to drink beer and light candles on a street corner every goddamn night for the rest of our lives? having that sentiment makes me feel like a bad person...

i don't know.

just fuck a car accident. fuck it right in the ass.