How do I handle waking up with a strong-*** desire to bleed out in the bathroom? Imagining my toothbrush as a weapon, bleeding gums are the least of my worries. Before I leave for work quickly check underneath my mouse pad. Yup, it's still there, my blade. I don't need it, I tell myself as I start my car today. Turn on 104.9 and journey on my way.
Passively suicidal mornings have dominated lately. No apparent reason why. I do it to myself you know?