last night i relapsed and cut myself for the first time since february. i feel pathetic.
It’s scary how easy 1 becomes 2.
2 becomes 10.
10 becomes 50.
And then, you can’t even keep count of them anymore.
if you’re going to have a ‘secret’ personal blog on which you’ve bitched about me and said ridiculous things about how shit your life is when you’ve only had it tough for a few months, don’t revert it into another blog and then moan at me for not following you
fuck off you don’t care you told someone something i told you in utmost confidence and it makes me sick that you’re fucking saying you couldn’t trust us for talking about how you tell out secrets? fuck off you stupid self obsessed bitch.
you’re the shittiest best friend ever fuck off ugh
if i’ve successfully hidden my cuts from my mum for years you must be fucking stupid.
i don’t know why i even bother sometimes i want to die even though i have someone i love, i hate everyone else.
i hate myself, i hate you and i hate all my ‘friends’.
I’m so unbelievably paranoid that I’m annoying you because you broke up with me once saying everything I did was annoying and I can’t stand fucking this up again
