I'm back to that bleak point of existence where foreign thoughts start dictating strange futures...all negative. Thankfully (?) I know from experience that the futures predicted are all false. There will be no more desperate moments and ugly scars- which, by the way mom, are way worse than any tattoo.

I'm only back there sometimes.

Sometimes I'm back there because I am so terrified of being back there.

And when I do go back, it isn't quite the same 'back'

Now I am almost completely without a line, because I am working for 'real life' from 'real life.' It's a much different perspective.

I should have...why did I....maybe if I...

These are useless, harmful thoughts.