I made a new friend, a razor blade. they came over last night and we played. they left marks on my body painful ones. I give up. I'm broken, I can't be fixed. I keep saying it's gonna be better, but it's not. I was happy. I don't know what happened. it sucks ya know? you think, "hey look I'm getting better!" and then your all in the sudden a razor blades personal bitch. your controlled by your depresson. no freedom. just you, your thoughts, and that lovely little blade.
