December 2011
21 posts
ugh.
It’s hard, not cutting. I used to do it because I was sad or something and just didn’t know how to express my sadness. But I started to do it so much that I got used to it being apart of my life. If I wasn’t cutting, I wasn’t myself. When I don’t cut, I’m sad, when I do cut, I’m happy. It makes no sense to me. It’s an addiction that I have, I love...
new friends rock.
so i went on a chat site thing tonight, thinking i was only going to talk to a bunch of weirdos, but instead i met this really insanely nice girl who isn’t a weirdo at all. I think I made a new friend and I’m really happy about it (:
