It would be so easy to open my drawer, lift up the two pairs of denim jeans and reach for that cool piece of metal I’m craving so badly right now. Its been months. I’m getting sick of crying and feeling things. I’m getting sick of feeling weak and not being able to handle my life. I am, honest to God, getting chills just thinking about it. Maybe I’ll just chain-smoke and pet my cat while I decide exactly how pathetic I feel tonight.