My True Love

New Year, New Me

Shortly after moving to California, I started cutting. I had done it before, a little, but it had never left a scar. This was the most depressed I had been, basically ever. A couple weeks into January, Chris totally shut me out of his life with absolutely no explanation. He unfriendly me and blocked me on Facebook, and never answered my texts. I finally stopped trying. I realized that he has always been a self-centered dick. I just pretended he wasn't so I could date him. I also hated where I was living. In a new state and new school, and practically nobody would talk to me. My music was basically the only thing keeping me from going completely insane. So that's when I started. I was constantly wearing long sleeve shirts, or bracelets to cover up the cuts. I didn't want anybody to see them. I hid them from my friends too, for a while. Well, most of my friends. I told Madi after one of the worse times, one that actually scarred. She convinced me to stop for a while, but it didn't stop permanently. Some I told her about, some I didn't. After a few months, my parents told me they would drive me to Utah for my spring break, and I had felt happy for the first time in months. I stopped cutting a few weeks before because I didn't want my friends seeing them and start freaking out on me. On my way to Utah, all I can think about is Madi and how I cannot wait to see her...