I cut again tonight. I thought that I was doing better. I was going through old photos of me and my old best friend and I just remembered all the things she said about me in Facebook, and all the things that people that I thought were my friends posted...I couldn't keep hiding anymore...the urge came over me as I couldn't fight it anymore I needed to cut. My best friend Mashon woke up at 12:00 at night when she fount out and was there for me. She told me that I was worth so much more than that. That made me feel like I was a somebody. Like I could count on her to always be there for me and she can count on me always count on me being there for her. Authors note: The picture is an actual picture of my cuts. Please don't judge me.
I don't know what I would do with her. She's my rock when I'm down and my always Valentine. I needed her most and she was there. That means the world to me. She is really a amazing friend who I can look up to. She is kind and beautiful, she was there. She will always be there. I love her to death. :-) :-).
YOU ARE READING
SCARS
AcakIt's a book about me and my story. It's about how scars are deeper than the ones that show on your skin. Also about how only your true friends will go to hell and back for you.
