r.i.p thats wat i cut into my arm today. I dont know why really. I wasnt really thinking about it and i just was sorta like doodling on myself. I gues thats how i feel right now. I want to be 6 foot under. Im sick of being the outcast everywhere i go. Im sick of having to lie to everyone about 'where that bruise cam from', when i know it was my mum and i know i need help. Im still bleeding a little bit now. This time i dont care if my mum see's the blood if she sees the cuts if she see's my pain. Then maybe she will stop causing it. This is her fault, but its mine aswell. I just want to die.