It's been 57 days since I sliced through my skin.
That's 8 weeks rounded down.
That's 1,368 hours.
That's 82,080 minutes
That's 4,924,800 ******* seconds that I'm just yearning to throw away for the peace of mind that I will never get by bringing a cold thin piece of metal to my already scarred skin...and I can't see a good reason not to.
I guess I'm not ok.
I guess I've broken, and I'm irreparable.
What. A. Surprise.