Scars and Sanity

I might actually be nearing the edge of my limits. I think my hand is broken. I also need to stop putting cigarettes out on my arm every time I get drunk. Find a new party trick, girl. That one is getting boring. 

Oh, and I got taken home in a police car.

I really wish I had my phone. That's the only part of last night I'm upset about. All my numbers, all my texts, my dirty pictures, everything. Lost. 

If the drugdealer boys stole my phone then that really is a new low. I mean, sure, take advantage of my drunken state, but don't rob me as well.