My friend Leslie told her parents about her depression and such.
She told her parents that she cuts herself and her dad called my mom telling her to keep a close eye on me.
She is doing that and she keeps staring at my wrists.
They are full of old scars but they are noticeable as hell.
I am so scared.
I think she knows that I cut because I found her crying yesterday.
Why the hell does this type of stuff have to happen to ME?
I hate it so much I can't.
I don't want to deal with any of this at the moment.
It's too much for me, you know?
Have any of you guys gone through any of this before?
Because I am feeling alone at the moment.
Why can't everything be okay?
Problems problems problems problems problems.....
