well, I'm sad again. there's nothing else to say. I listen to music and think about death. death isn't scary. there's nothing to live for. but dying is scary. especially permanent damage if the suicide fails
I already have permanent scars. but permanent functional injuries are worse. I went to the bank the other day, and a lady saw them and asked "is everything okay with you?". a kid I was playing with also saw them. I told them a cat scratched me.
I played with a cow today too. that was fun. cows are cool. there was a group of cows. and they all walked up to me. probably they were expecting food. I gave them pets.
I did the stretching it didn't really help. I'm gonna go insane