HAhaha.
I was deciding on whether I could OD on my medication lying around.
Nope.
So, I thought I should use my scalpels.
Welp, I have a large scarification piece across my body... I thought, welp. Thats a bit painful, and its rather difficult to cut yourself to pieces really, past a few MM that is, unless your on alcohol and klonopin (kloni's great for that sort of thing).
Then I mellowed out.
But, the previous three years I phased out my family and friends slowly so they wouldn't miss me.
Kind of worked, now I'm rebuilding past uber depression, and drinking every night, etc.
I don't think thinking/thoughts come into mind honestly. Its more just raw emotion, or the sometimes more dangerous (clinical study on veterans), is utter and absolute /null.
Empty feeling.
Etc.