My friend is complaining about her bad day to everyone, wanting pity. So she had a bad day. She cried over nothing. She had a little fight with someone. That's like every day of my life. Last night at 1am I was lying in the middle of my floor crying over how fucked up I was and how much I wish I was never born just because I don't have the guts to push down hard enough when I drag blade across my wrist. I cut myself again even though I hate myself so much for it. I'm so fucked up. Oh, and I'm sorry if anyone else had a bad day like my friend, as well. Oh, and happy April Fool's Day everyone.