I guess that sets it back to zero. I sit on the floor, quietly bleeding for a while, not really thinking of anything. I clean up the mess, punch the mirror, break the mirror. Remember to buy a new mirror. I clean up the mess. As putting on clothes seems like an unnecessary hassle that I don’t want to deal with today, I walk to the lounge in my underwear. I get a text from Daniel recommending a band called either ‘Buried Inside’ or ‘Bury Me Inside’, apparently he isn’t sure. Not excited about the idea of looking up a band he cant remember the name of, I delete the text. I delete texts that are meaningless. Someone once told me that this was important. I open my laptop, then iTunes and then play the soundtrack to the movie ‘The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford’. I seem to remember playing the track ‘Song For Bob’ 27 times that day. I move to the kitchen, make myself some eggs, bacon, sausages, french toast and a cup of tea. The smell of the food makes me vomit so I throw it away. I drink the tea. There is a knock at the door. Scared at first, I then slowly creep towards it. I push my ear up against it, I hear someone breathing heavily. Scared, worried, consumed with a paranoia that this person has figured me out and come to take me away, I run to the bathroom. I lock the door and hide in the bathtub. ‘Psycho Killer’ by The Talking Heads plays from somewhere that isn’t my laptop. I remember that I need to go out for toiletries today, the idea fills me with dread.