Dear Diary,
Happy Easter. I cut again this morning. Then I went and worked for a while. Then I went and stayed with G for a while. The things he said to me last night. He said that because of me he had a purpose to get up in the mornings. He also said that he loves me. I told him that he saved my life. I swear to God if it wasn't for him I would most likely be dead right now. Sorry for the bluntness but it's the truth. I also told him that I love him too. I do, I love him so much, if I didn't I wouldn't be here right now. So we hung out and cuddled on his bed for a little bit. Then I had to leave. Once I got home, where I am now, I went straight to my bathroom and pulled out my razor. I have a cut that I made yesterday that's still bleeding. I added like two more cuts to my already rather full wrist. I want to stop, but it's so addicting. Once you start it's almost impossible to stop. I should know, I've tried to stop numerous times. The wanting got so bad that I had to do it before I just broke down in front of someone. When I started up again my wrist was completely covered, front and back. It made me cry even more. I hate being this way, I just want to be happy, with G. I want to make him happy and when I cut I do the opposite. I guess I really am just another emo chick. I don't know if that's bad or not, but that's what I am. I'm so sick of cutting, being depressed, letting everyone I care about down, and most of all I'm sick of feeling like I can't do anything right.
Artistically yours,
H
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