but I know I'm not going to go out and get it. It's taken me 8 years to completely isolate myself. There's no one in my life that can ever hurt me again, except myself. Left alone with my own self-hatred, I can only sink further into this hole. I go outside for two reasons, food and alcohol. The rest of the time I just try to idly fill my time with not thinking or highly fantasized day dreaming. Sleeping is so hard, I don't even know if blacking out counts as sleep. I woke up this morning and the glass panel in my shower is smashed, I have a huge gash on one of my legs, and a few bruises on the other. I wish I had some iodine just to feel that burn, but all I have is that ouch-free stuff to disinfect the gash. I don't really feel human anymore, and I think I'm just bothering everyone by posting, I don't even have confidence that my problems are worthy of being problems...so ya I'll probably just lurk around.