Bailey, I love you to death. You are my best friend, and i need you to stop cutting. When I first found out you cut, I cried myself to sleep. I understand that one can't "tell a cutter not to stop cutting", because people have told me before. But honestly, you are a great person, and you can't do this to your beautiful body. And being bulimic? Please, again, I beg of you. S-T-O-P. Please. I love you to death (as a friend), and I hate the thought of you ruining your self like this. It's kind of hypocrytic or me to be telling you to stop cutting, being a cutter myself, but I'm trying my hardest to stop. So please, try. We can get through this together. #cutcakenotskin
P.S. the 11th doctor is like heaven in the form of a body.