Sarah is gone, permamently. She actually had the nerve to call the police to come collect her things with her, for "safety" *smirks*
She knows I'm not violent, and yet, she still felt the need to do such a thing? Tisk.
This entry will be brief, as I am not on my own computer, I'm at a friend's house (Shaun) and will be so for a couple days.
The why is simple enough, I lost control, and in that loss, attempted to kill myself.
I split the flesh on both arms, hit an artery in the left, missed it in the right (not deep enough), and bled out a fair bit, yet not enough for lasting damage or harm.
I called 911 myself, and spent half the day in the hospital, released on the condition I'd be willing to try antidepressants, and that I would not be alone for a couple of days after the happening. Shaun and Becca are all too willing to help with that.
I'm glad for friends like them, they're rare for anyone, and almost non-existent for me.
On a final note, however, as I'm sure she's going to read this at least to keep up on me a little... Sarah's blankets were damp, or wet, when she picked them up.... I used them as warming blankets to keep my blood flow going... They may have some blood on them. Suppose it's a part of me that will always be there.
I'm alright, people. I don't intend a repeat performance, and merely wanted everyone to know the outcome (which was 9 stitched total).
Farewell,
Chris
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