I cut. I don't do it every day, but I do. I'm just, numb from faking smiles all day, acting like everythings fine. I get a ruch of adrenaline, and the pain feels good. I guess, its a way to make the pain more real. I told my BF, now me ex-BF. I even showed him the scars. He just said that it was okay. He baarely even acknowledged it. He never really wanted to talk. He just wanted to hold hands, kiss, that kind of stuff. He didn't really want me, he just wanted a girlfriend. I just happened to be the one that said yes. I didn't even really like him that much. We were friends, but that's only how much I felt for him. I guess, I just have a need to make other people happy. I honestly think im gay. I have a crush on one of my friends, but im pretty sure she's straight. I confeesed to her, and she didn't really aknowledge it. And now, every conversation I have with my ex is insults. I just want everything to go back to normal. When my parents were happy. When people actually cared. When I was happy....
I guess no one cares...........
