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Puehlin!!

HI! I missed you all. I've had too much sugar and too little sleep the last two weeks. It's wearing on me and I'm HYPER. Some idiot (Tim) gave Leah a caffeinated coffee (I need to have a talk with that boy), and it sort of rubbed off. It was pretty amusing watching them dance, though.

I feel like writing, but I can't think of anything! I left my Camp journal at the hospital. Maybe I'll get my cutting journal. K, here goes (opening to random page...) :


Uhm. A page of doodles. One's of hair. Don't ask. Near it, a sqiggly line resembling a heart monitor line. To the right, a side shot of a punk/Goth-looking guy with a mohawk holding a knife, with the caption "Clutching my cure" (interpret as you like). A spiral paisley-looking thing. "John 5:7". Something looking like a roller coaster. A crown. A padlock. "1 Peter 12:11-aliens? o_o;", a weird line looking like a hair ribbon, and "Anna-you own me!" (good friend of mine).
Hm. Doodles from a sermon at World Changers.


Text! Yay.


"4-29-06 11:33 pm

HAHA! I've done it! I _finally_ found a real sharp knife. It's the one John (nana and papa's friend) gave me. It's ten times sharper than Jesse's old one, and it's awesome. I gave myself the longest,deepest cut yet. It's 1/2 inch long and pretty deep at the start, though it shallows up. The other knife was so dull I had to go over a ton of times to draw blood. With this one, I can get blood with only a little pressure and only a moderate amount of pain.
The only downfall is that it's huge, and will be hard to carry around. Oh well, I'll find a way.

bai.
katy"

On the next page is a lame poem I wrote when I was depressed. I found later when I actually read it that I stink. Yarly.

'Sleeves'

these sleeves i wear
to hide these scars
scars from failure
from beatings
from mockings
each day i return and freshen these scars
give them the blood they long for
i long for
no one can see
no one must know
what i do to escape this hell
i never cry
i never wince
but for every cruel word
for every critical glance
cut deeper
i don't want to see your freaking psychologist
don't want to hear your lectures
so these sleeves i wear
to hide these scars

KRO
4-30-06
7:15pm"

That's just pathetic. Ew, ew. xD I'm glad I'm not there anymore-not only did it hurt, I kind of suck at poetry.

Don't lecture me, I'm only sharing my journal. I'm entirely fine now, k?

Kippis!
madd

posted by Kathryn at 8/03/2006 12:11:00 AM