I punched a wall in the bathroom. I wanted to punch the mirror. I told Dr. Ethans that I fell. I didn't want to draw because my hand hurt. Dr. E said that was okay. She still put the art stuff out. I didn't want to talk. She asked me why. I told her because words are bullets. I hate words. She said she'd like to see the word bullets. ![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME4_UqYFYvQ8I7ARFl0V48oX9HhVByR7PZd4vF5TiiAH8vpYWPG6zwN9uY00aDmKYvtXA9fWgmnMnyZdgoNtZ6YprOo7UY1low8iTVIh5SVnR0lpRKGH3WVucoUXHtKjiZ1M37qUVUDs/s640/IMG_0158.jpg)
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