Yesterday was great but today the world has changed. No longer am I cheery, but I want to be friends with a kitchen knife. I hold it and see how shiny it is and wonder how it's cool edge would feel. Then I fall even further and look at my medicine cabinet. I pour out the pills onto the floor and look at all of the pretty colors. If I just scoop up a hand full and wash them down with beer, I can pretend that I am swallowing a rainbow. It is then that I look in the mirror and decide I can stand my hair. I get the scissors and cut and whack it until it is shorter than I might like, but now I fit the darkness that has taken hold of my mind. So I go and sulk on the couch and wash down my sorrow with *****. What I am drinking I am not sure, as long as it numbs the pain. I will pass out when the bottle is empty and perhaps I will have a better mood tomorrow.