so today felt so weird and shit. we all sat at the regular table but i felt that if i said something to the other half of our group, i would get shot or something. thats hows bad the pressure was there. i was even supposed to tell you all something but you guise all left, why cant we ALL just talk this out?
julia, rey, etheline, darajae, john galvez, sean, alice, carmela and cathy already know.
and now gregory knows too.
the best part is that half these people didnt call me stupid because of what i told them and i know you guise would tho.
so fucking mad right now.
i asked that you could text me saying if you were on her way to see her. and i wait. and wait. and wait. and what do i get? NO FUCKING TEXT. so i thought “maybe the plan didnt go through.” and when i see pictures of you and her hugging and shit, i fucking cried. i cried because you knew how much it meant to me to talk to her and yet, you didnt even tell me. i had to know through fucking facebook. WHAT KIND OF FUCKING BESTFRIEND ARE YOU?! so now, instead of cutting myself, im punching my legs. so you know what. fuck you.
heeey, followers! :)
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Glad I'm alive today.
Three days ago, I cut myself. I did it because I was tired of all this stupid shit happening in my life. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. Yesterday morning, I went to the counselor and showed her my cuts. I told her how I cut. I used my bobby pin, the sharpest one out of the pack. I cut. Yeah.
She called my mum to tell her what was going on, and my mum and I were arguing because I cut due to how she and the rest of my family members treat me.
Then I had to go the hospital for mental health and stuff. I was supposed to go, but then I didn’t because I was scared. I have to go pretty soon because I won’t be accepted into school until they see proof that I went to the hospital.
Bleh.
Well, my cuts are gone now. Here’s a picture from two days ago, when they were healing.
You can’t really see it, but yeah.
I promised myself and others that I wouldn’t do anything that will harm myself. I’m gonna live up to that promise, because I’m glad I’m still alive today.
