Ok, so everything that you read actually happened, so if you want to keep reading its your choice,
WARNING: Sometimes I feel that my depression doesn't make sense, please, if you relate to this story, or you start feeling worse STOP READING!
UPDA...
Sooo... I fought with a friend, again. Not the ones From school, one I met over the internet. He wants me to stop cutting and I am trying, but I always fuck up and he gets mad. This is our last conversation:
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I am rude, I am childish, so I thought before he wrote the "final goodbye": "Well, this is how I am, you either deal with it, or leave, bit if you leave, there's no turning back. And he sent it. So basically I on't be talking to him ever again. Oh well... It's true, I am crying and feeling like shit, because he saved me so many times, that I can't even count them, he told me I'm beautiful and stuff, but now, I don't have him. He used to "love" me, and accept me, but I am always a burden to everyone, so I guess it's okay that he left me.
