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Jul 25, 2006 22:15

I've been hurting myself lately.

I got home from work, and my grandma started yelling at me. I got really pissed, and to prevent myself from yelling at her, I got a knife out, and I cut my arm up.

I don't really want to die. Sometimes I wonder if I will on accident.
I guess to me, cutting is like a burst of energy that I feel like I'm letting out.
Its like I'm taking all the bad stuff out of my life, kind of like cleansing my body from it.
Its scary when I'm doing it, but I feel really good afterwards.

Kyle called me last night. He's lieing to his friends saying I'm from Jersey. (Dave-o, you might have to help me out on this one). I miss your advice.

I miss my friends period. I love working, and making my own money now so my parents won't get mad, but I miss talking to Kirk,Colin, and Bri whenever I want to.

I'm just glad I can make time to talk to Kyle. I love him so much. Some bitch may make comments about our long distance relationship, but I really could give a shit.

I'm happy. Be happy for me. Please.
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