You just tore all my hope to shreds in a heartbeat when it took me 6 months to build it up...
Everyone is cutting up. I don't know why. Half of them aren't even depressed. It has just become a bad habit and something to do when they are bored. I don't want to deal with it anymore. I got over it. By myself. I had the help and support of a few people, or maybe like 2, but I had to decide for myself that I didn't need to do it. I think cutting is a very selfish thing, too. I know it is, since I've done it. It's just like suicide. It affects everyone and everything around you. If only you knew how many people were staying up nights fucking worrying about someone who is just following a trend. A really fucking dangerous trend. Most of these people crave attention, hence them telling and showing multiple people and being proud of their cuts. Fuck it. I can't do anything for you. Only you can make it better so don't put me in this position anymore. I don't need anything else to make me depressed.
On another note, I don't know how I got in so deep. I wasn't supposed to fall head over heels for a boy I knew only wanted to mess around and be friends with benefits. I can't even fucking explain this anymore. I don't know what's happened and I don't know exactly what he thinks about all of this. The pieces of the puzzle just don't fit right. Everything is contradicting itself and I'm sick of racking my brain trying to figure you out. ::Repeats to self:: "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger..."
I tried to think of something positive to say here but right now all of that is kind of clouded over by other people and their problems, and my own problems with a boy. I am thankful though that I'm not depressed or upset, I'm just frustrated and tired. That's better, right?
"This is a 44 callibur love song straight from the heart."
On another note, I don't know how I got in so deep. I wasn't supposed to fall head over heels for a boy I knew only wanted to mess around and be friends with benefits. I can't even fucking explain this anymore. I don't know what's happened and I don't know exactly what he thinks about all of this. The pieces of the puzzle just don't fit right. Everything is contradicting itself and I'm sick of racking my brain trying to figure you out. ::Repeats to self:: "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger..."
I tried to think of something positive to say here but right now all of that is kind of clouded over by other people and their problems, and my own problems with a boy. I am thankful though that I'm not depressed or upset, I'm just frustrated and tired. That's better, right?
"This is a 44 callibur love song straight from the heart."