I was resetting the shelves where the ceramic pots are at work. They had a new plan-o-gram and needed to be set to reflect it. While I was working I found this shard of a pot that had an edge to it. I'd been urgy all day and frustrated and angry. Stupid stupid woman that I am, I cut my hand with it. A neat row of four scratches all about an inch long. I could easily blame it on the pot and working, which explained the blood on my hand when my department supervisor asked me about it.
I had a great day yesterday worrying about it looking infected! Idiot that I am, it was dirty tool and could have really gotten infected had I not kept cleaning it yesterday. It still stings. I feel so stupid right now, so much like a failure. I don't even know where the idea of cutting myself with a ceramic shard even came from. I'd been urgy and it was a tool, a pathetic means to an end. As punishment for being stupid, I want to burn myself. See, this is how my vicious little circle starts, and I hate myself for it.
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