August 17, 2012.
Day two.
Dear "friend",
I'm in school. This sucks. Do you ever sit and wonder about your future? I do all the time, I think I want to be a writer. Maybe I could write about my life. No, no one would want to read about that.
Someone just threw a paper ball at me.
I should tell you something.. and please don't judge me for this.
I still cut my wrists.
Bye.
-Troye
Dear "friend",
Once I read the following;
"Sometimes you have to LOVE people from a DISTANCE and give them the SPACE and TIME to get their MINDS right before you let them back into your LIFE."
I wonder if that's what my parents are doing. Loving me from a distance, taking space and time, getting their minds right before they'll love me again.
I'm not completely sure that they've actually stopped loving me, but I'm 50% that they have.
Should we go back to the cutting issue or leave it alone. Well, I'm trying to stop. The kids at school aren't helping.
Assholes.
The longest I've stopped is for 1 day. Relapsing is a bitch.
Every day is a struggle from the haunting past. I wish everyday that the gun hadn't jerked.
bye. -Troye
