wednesday

Stitches or no stiches.

Ok. The cut on my knee is still oozing a little bit of blood. It's been almost 34 hours. I know that's not a good sign. It's a good gash. I miss my mr. I don't want to go to the hospital... Partly because it will cost money, partly because I would have to leave work and that would be a hastle. I've always kind of liked scars. Not Kind of. Really. They have a story to tell to me. This can be a reminder of this experience, of my stupidity, of my triumphing over yet another hurdle. HOPEFULLY A LESSON LEARNED. I'm fine with another scar. Benefits of stitches would be the attention, legitimate evidence of the accident... Pity me feel sorry for me. Anyway... I attempted to squueeeeze it shut under a bandage, but I know as soon as I start moving it will come undone. It's weird - it doesn't hurt. Maybe nerves around the knee area are built to sustain more injury or something. I don't know. But whatever. I don't think I have it in me to go to the hospital, plus it would be urgent care and that SUCKS. And I just read anything over 12 hours old won't be stitched. Who knows if this internet info is reliable but I'll believe it. So fuck it. Here comes another beautiful keloid. Damn. Whatever. This isn't me anyway... I'm just stuck inside this old hunk of bones(in the words of my best friend). Oh mr. I think maybe I need to eat something. I feel a little loopy doop.

I really hope these racing thoughts stop... I can't do anything. Ummm how many hours of sleep did I get last night? Hmmm.