[batreleaser]

thanks for the thoughts and concerns everyone. im fine, im extremly lucky, if i had gotten cut through anyways i risked hitting vitals, any more jagged i could have gotten glass in my muscle tissue and risked amputation. all i kept thinking was, "my poor family". i knew how devastated theyd be if i was gone. damn, ive never experienced such sheer panic, like, i could feel the blood leaving me. it was so fucked. the doctors and nurses at the hospital (UMC medical center at university of arizona) were amazing. stopped the bleeding, calmed me down, stitched me up, etc.. i just wishe dmy family was there with me, luckily 5 of my friends that are my neighbors at the apt. complex came to pick me up/console me.

thats another thing, i live at a university apartment complext, which is sorta like a highschool except everyone lvies together. there was about 10 people helping while the ambulance came. the rumour mill got started immediatley, ive already been asked ridiculous questions like, "why did you slit your wrist" or, "why did you punch through the window because your girlfriend cheated on you". im like, "well, the cut is on my lower forearm, and i dont have a girlfriend, so mind your fucking business". but man, it really made me feel glad to be alive, mad eme realize how many things i wish to accomplish, how mc=uch i love my family and friends, and how fucking lucky i am. the luck of the jew, i am thankful to my father's (hebrew) side of the family.