I met a very interesting boy the other night. He brought back memories, though the nostalgia wasn't a pleasant type. He reminded me of someone...
I had to fix him up a bit, as it seems he had a run-in with a knife~ Lost quite a bit of blood. But it won't be anything permanently damaging, as long as he makes sure to get the rest he's deserved.
I had another panic attack later that night. I've been doing well for a while now, but it seems I couldn't avoid this one. It was expected I suppose. He said her name...
I need to remember to buy another picture frame. The glass cracked this time.