So I had to block my uncle on facebook... His wife's cancer is killing her, and she could die any moment, so he's understandably filled with a lot of unhappiness, but he keeps pushing it on other people. Just today he went out of his way to write pages worth of baseless crap about how arrogant one of my posts made me seem. He had some sound reasoning, but beneath it all was this undertone of bitterness that just made me feel like crap. I know he's got a lot worse to deal with compared with my stressors (midterms), but I don't need that kind of cynical unpleasantness on every one of my posts.

Besides that: the topic of self-harm has been on my mind a lot recently... I've been six months clean so far, but the past few days have put it at the forefront more times than I'd like to admit. I don't want any new scars joining those already running up my arm, but it's been getting close and closer to being a reality during this hellish week. It might have to do with the fact that my friend went back to the hospital and had to be put on painkillers again, since those drugs are a serious trigger to me, but I don't know.

Either way: I'll live~ I'm very hard to get rid of, so expect me to stick around.