tuesday's shit, part 2

We are talking....and I asked him for a hug. At first, he would not put his arms around me. Like I was a leper or some fucking thing. See? I'm a masochist. More than I am a sadist. Which he has been trying to make me into. So I can beat him and all that happy motherfucking crap. *sighs* My head hurts. My arm is stingy....not bad, just a little, enough to make me know there are slight cuts. *shrugs* Fuck it. My arm, my life.