I sliced my finger open today.

Not on purpose. No.

It's a deep cut. Bled for a long time.
I'm finally starting to get back into writing. Writing for fun, not for class or for work or for eating disorders or for other people. Writing for me. Which is the best kind of writing. I can write about whatever the hell I want to, in my little black notebook with the zebra sticker on the cover in the left corner and the start month and year on the spine in multicolored metallic stickers.
I'm ridiculously cute, I know. /sarcasm

I love stickers. I got a menagerie set. There's lions and tigers and bears (oh, my). My favorite is the zebra. I wrote a poem about it. If you'd like me to post it, let me know. If you'd like me to post any of my writing, let me know. I'd love to share it with you all. :)

My second favorite is the elephant. He comes in pink and purple.
He reminds me of how fat I am and how I need to run but I'm scared because I think I sprained my foot again.

But mostly he reminds me of how fat I am.