Well.. When I first moved up here I was as happy as can be. Most of my scars faded. I had the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for. Good friends. And Not a ton of bullies. Then Mikayla broke up with me.
My life faded from there. I lost the person that actually loved me for some bitch that cheats on her every time they date. I started self harming again. Fresh cuts. Lost a few of my friends. And bullying got tough. A girl threatened to beat me up. And called me a bitch, slut, whore, and so on. I gave up. Mikayla seemed happy. So I started getting even more depressed knowing that it was with someone else. She hurt me badly. Now I can't even think about her without crying. I never thought I would say this but I Fucking miss Missouri.
Btw I stopped cutting for now
