More Blood

I woke up this morning, and there was blood all over my sheets. I don’t know where it came from. My hands had blood on them, as did quite a bit of my chest, it was drying and sticky, but I couldn’t find a cut anywhere on my body. I mean, where else could it have come from?
I must have been sleep walking again as well. There were these weird symbols drawn on the walls of my room, and I’m not sure what to make of it. I called my Mom, and she just told me to take my medicine, and if I feel like I need it, to call my therapist and talk to her. Like that does anything. Oh well. The strange thing is, about six months ago, had something like this happened to me, I would have been completely freaked out, but now, well, I guess I’m getting used to all this weird stuff that’s going on.

I have a splitting headache. It feels like I was slamming the back of my head against a brick wall or something. It’s intensely painful. I need to pop some aspirin, and get my room cleaned up. Life is such a messy thing these days.