This happened today. Trigger. Srry Chlo.
Oh my fucking life.
Fuck.
Austin knows.
My heart is hurting.
Hid in the bathroom to cry.
My friends trying to comfort me.
Not fucking working.
I texted him through kik. Well my friend did.
He seemed fine.
Thank God I won't see him tomorrow.
Wait.
What if I do!?!?
FUCK MY LIFE
Found a pin in my bag.
Sorry Chlo.
I need to.
Few cuts won't hurt right?
Austin would never like me if he finds out I cut.
Hide them.
Good.
Stomach is hidden enough right. (I swear to Christ Chloe Nicole Turner, if you make me lift up my shirt, your dead meat).
Done.
Sorry.
Austin.
Chlo
Everyone.
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