Dear Fay,
I literally have no idea what's wrong with me. It's getting worse. By it, I mean depression. The rubber bands aren't hurting. Sure, they still sting. But sometimes it gets snagged on my jacket and it's irritating. I'm starting to think about cutting more and more. And when I do I have this tingling sensation in my wrist. I'm scared and that's the truth. I need advice from someone and fast. I have visions of my friends when they find out. And it's okay but I'm terrified. I'm terrified of sharp things. I'm terrified of my interest towards them. I can only hope and pray now I guess...
Love,
Rose
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Dear Fay
DiversosWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
