Killing myself

I was really, really high today. 
I spoke to the wind and heard birds speaking to me as if I was one of them (they were trying to convince me that I was a bird).   I walked among them and I started shrinking, slowly at first but it sped up.
My  mind started spinning.   I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, walking to the living room I decided to lie down.   I feared the neighbors might come in. I stabbed myself in the wrist and passed out.

The next morning I found myself with a  knife in my hand and a deep cut on the top of my wrist.  I was caked  in blood.  The cut wasn't deep so I quickly poured some alcohol on it to sanitize and clean the cut.  I took a  paper towel and dried my cut compressing it to stop the  bleeding. 
Searching for super glue and finding the small tube I quickly removed the paper towel and poured a bit on the cut while pushing the skin together.  A few minutes later I could use my arm again and all I felt was acold pain when I moved my wrist.

So a few of you wrote me and asked "What do you smoke?", my reply.
Dear Andrew, Mary, Jasmine and Jered, it's none of your business! Fuck off!

Regards- Tim