I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm not this new person that I've become that I see in the mirror. That's not me! I just want to scream at everyone that it's not me and that I'm trapped inside this body and I can't get out. I feel so lost. I moved to a new house, have a new family, new friends, a new school, a new attitude, a new outlook ( Read more... )

It's been so easy for me to be happy lately. I like it but what I hate is that it's so easy for me to become emotionally overwhelmed too. I haven't cut in about a week. That used to be such a huge amount of time for me...but now it seems so pathetic. Only one week. It could be so much longer than that if I was stronger. I let the smallest ( Read more... )

It's so weird to me that people are intimidated by me. I find myself to be a nice person...but I guess my looks can be decieving. When I'm not smiling, people are always asking me if I'm mad or if I'm okay...like it's not okay for someone to not smile once in a while. It's also weird to me that theres different types of mad people. Theres mad ( Read more... )

My thoughts have been so disarayed today. I can't focus on just one thought. Each thought breaks into a smaller thought and then another smaller thought and eventually I have no idea what my first thought was. It frustrates me because days like these can never be simple. I have to analyze everything to the point of annoyance or frustration and ( Read more... )

You try to always be a good friend. Doing eveything you can to make another person happy even when it's hard for you...and then in the end, you realize that they don't give a fuck about you and they won't try to be a good friend like you always tried just because it takes a little understanding and effort? I swear...you only get fucked over when ( Read more... )

It's prom. You look beautiful, your date looks handsome, the moon is out on a clear night and everything is going perfect. All until that one dance...you know, the upbeat one. You start to show all your new friends how you think you can rock the dance floor...and it's all going smooth until your dress falls apart right there for everyone to see ( Read more... )

I cut myself and don't find it odd the least bit. I was put in the hospital and really kind of felt at home. I especially loved the awkward comfort it gave me being isolated from the real world. Now, I've started seeing and hearing things. Not to the point of being scared or worried about it...just enough to make me wonder if I really am crazy ( Read more... )

I think you'll be glad to hear that I've realized the meaning of life. It's to give your life to someone else! You don't keep your life for yourself...you get married and share it forever. How sweet huh? Yes...yes I know. Want to know who I'm giving my life to? Chelsea Anne... (oh yea, I forgot to tell you...I'm a lesbian.) If you haven't ( Read more... )

People are so pathetic. They ask me about my cuts like they're interested and thinking about doing it themselves. The people that like to look at cuts are the ones that are fucked up...not the cutters. What's so interesting about a scar? How it appeared? Big fucking deal...so I cut myself when things get too hard. I don't find the attention ( Read more... )