Status: in the making
Veggie Head
Ed vs. The Knife
February 7, 2010
It's almost midnight, but whatever, I just finished my homework and cooking my lunch for tomorrow.
Well, I just wanted to write a short entry for today, nothing major.
This weekend was one of my more laid back weekends, not counting my meltdown friday night/saturday morning (I wrote that last entry just after midnight). I cooked a bunch yesterday, and I cleaned today, so I think if I keep myself occupied, Friday night won't repeat itself.
Though, I still have the urge to cut.*
It scares me a little...
No, scratch that. It scares me a lot, that I want to do that to myself. To get away from my problems like that.
To me it seems like a petty argument. Like, you know you're wrong, but you keep on trying to prove your point anyway? Hmm, we'll see how it goes. We'll see who will win.
I can see it now. Like a boxing match.
"In one corner," calls the announcer, "138 pounds, 5 foot 4, Ed Daffffff! And in our other corner, only a measley several ounces, 6 inches, the Knife!"
But instead of the crowd going wild, the crowd goes silent.
And it's not exactly a crowd.
Just one person, who isn't really a person, but I know he's there, watching. Waiting. Anticipating my next move.
Dark.
But we'll see who will win.
It's Ed Daff vs. The Knife.
...
People, place your bets.
It's almost midnight, but whatever, I just finished my homework and cooking my lunch for tomorrow.
Well, I just wanted to write a short entry for today, nothing major.
This weekend was one of my more laid back weekends, not counting my meltdown friday night/saturday morning (I wrote that last entry just after midnight). I cooked a bunch yesterday, and I cleaned today, so I think if I keep myself occupied, Friday night won't repeat itself.
Though, I still have the urge to cut.*
It scares me a little...
No, scratch that. It scares me a lot, that I want to do that to myself. To get away from my problems like that.
To me it seems like a petty argument. Like, you know you're wrong, but you keep on trying to prove your point anyway? Hmm, we'll see how it goes. We'll see who will win.
I can see it now. Like a boxing match.
"In one corner," calls the announcer, "138 pounds, 5 foot 4, Ed Daffffff! And in our other corner, only a measley several ounces, 6 inches, the Knife!"
But instead of the crowd going wild, the crowd goes silent.
And it's not exactly a crowd.
Just one person, who isn't really a person, but I know he's there, watching. Waiting. Anticipating my next move.
Dark.
But we'll see who will win.
It's Ed Daff vs. The Knife.
...
People, place your bets.
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*A_Girl_Called_Kill14 gave me a suggestion, snap a rubber band on your wrist whenever you get the urge. I'm trying it out. Who knows, maybe it'll work.