I haven’t been on here in a while. Nothing has really changed. Accept that I’m in remition for Bulimia. Other than that, nothing. My self-harm isn’t an severe. But I still cut myself. My best friend came down last Friday to spend the wek. When she saw my scars, she freaked. I guess she didn’t believe me when I said that there terrible. Her and I had a good time, I guess. We went to the mall to go school shopping and we went to the movies. We also went on an 8 mile walk up the Erie Canal. We saw lots of grofittie. Some over which was amazing. It made me cry. I don’t get why people hate grafittie. I mean, in less isn’t inaproppite, it shouldn’t be an issue. It’s an art. Anyways, school starts on the 7th. 8th grade, yay. I’m planning on joining the Writting Club in school sine I write poetry. My aunt and my counselor said that my poetry is good enough to be published. Yay, right. I’m also planning on joining a roller hockey and bowling league. Only becuase it’ll give my something to do. Okay, mostly because my aunt doesn’t want me mopping around the house like I usually do.Â I figured out a way to cut, but not make it as visible. You just cut really hightly on the skin, so you get the same realise, but it’s less noticeable. Anyways, I’m still on heavy medication. Very Heavy. Luithem, Paxil, Clonipin, Trarazdone, Yaz, and Dizeceline. I have more medications than both my parents put together. But thats beside the point. I’m still depressed. But my aunt thinks I’m just having a mood swingÂ thing, since I have Bipolar. Thats all I have to say for now.