Again.
Why do I cry? Every time I feel this??
I hate this. I wish this would end. I wish it never began.
Why did this happen to me?
I wish a lot, don't I.
I'll probably cut again soon. But in a place not so visible to another.
I have to go to the psychologist again tomorrow. I hate going there, the person who I talk is a great person but I can't tell that person. I don't want that person to know. I don't want anyone to know. I don't anyone to worry about me. I'd rather be alone. No friends. Just me, no I don't like being selfish. I hate being selfish. I hate it when I get told off or when mum gets upset at me.
Sorry thins is a short chapter but I can't write anymore. Sorry.
