Escaping

Seems this day is a copy of yesterday. I don't mind though. Could be worse, I mean. Now I'm just sitting here, waiting for Imovane to kick in, after some "casual" cutting. It was almost like a routine thing, I just kept going without really knowing what I was doing. Creating scars. I like that, sounds better in a way. That by destroying something, I'm also creating something. "Destruction can be a form of creation" I remember being a phrase in my favourite movie.

Asked my mother to swing by tomorrow and bring some more of my as needed medication. Zyprexa and Imovane. They're keeping my alive right now, that and of course cutting and smoking cigarettes.To a degree tea, writing and playing WoW works too.

I've become quite fond of the monk class now, got a blood elf up to level 62 as of today and it's fun pommelling mobs with fists and feet for a change. It reminds of karate, but I suppose most of the spells are made up combat techniques. Still fun though, or at least a way of distraction or escapism.

I do a lot of that lately. Escaping my mind. Take pills to numb my further, high on endorphins and low on adrenaline. Now I'm low on anything and it's time to hit the bed.