Hey..I don't really feel like writing.But today was okay.Better then most but not to good.It was just okay.I meet this boy.I forgot his name.He was tall wore a jacket with this smooth face and blue eyes.He stared at me.He talked to me and cared.But then again no one cares about me.I think I like him.I gave him my number and he texted me.I texted him back but no response.He's the one who cuts.I care about him already.But I feel like he needs a hug more then me.My eyes are watering up thinking about his scars.I think he understands me.No one really does but he's differnt.The pain in his eyes is overwhelming.He's been through alot even though he hasn't told me what yet.I just know.His scars run up all the way to his shoulder on both arms.I'm sadden by this.I could smell vodka in his breath.He smelled of cigarettes.There was a fresh cut on his arm.I stared at it.And he pulled his sleves up and kept talking.He looked at me in the eyes.No one looks at me in the eyes.I don't know hopefully he'll text back.
Alyssa
