To all my witty pals and aquaintances:
Thank you.
Thank you for helping me
through all my sad moments, and for making me
think more positively about myself.
I've never really
had people like you to help me and
listen to my venting, so I
really appreciate it. I really
do feel like I have another family on here.
Thanks so much girls; and few guys. I
promise if I have
any more rough feelings about me, that I'll turn to
you guys to make me feel better and put
the blade down. I love you all. <3
A few days ago, I
asked my mom if she'd still love me if I cut. She looked appalled
and said no.
"My daughter wouldn't
cut."
Today I found a razor in her car. I took it. Oh
the things I could do with that blade...and she
wouldn't even help me...
I'm starting to think that the
razor was there
for a reason...