I just cut myself deep enough to see bone. And I don’t know why. I’m not even that depressed today. Funny thing is, I know it won’t leave a scar. I don’t get scars. My skin heals, always. A friend of mine has worried and angered me… If they’ve done what I think they’ve done, I never got to say goodbye, or that I cared about them. They just disappeared in the middle of a conversation.
My new school had helped, some, but in other ways it’s the same as my old school. I don’t understand why I even bother going…
I’m so confused… I know there’s something I wanted to say, but I can’t remember it… can’t remember much of anything, actually… I feel so distant… might be the pain meds I took so many of, but I can’t tell…