Confusion welling but nothing to feel There is no pain There is no sadness Just a kiss of a blade The tear drop of blood Maybe memories seem like lies Haunting the future Scarring the past Just the ripping of skin The tear drop of blood ~~~~ Yeah...so if you couldn't figure out from the poem...I am cutting again. It's not as bad as it was. It's just slow and deep. Nothing too bad. Nothing I can't handle. Mike had to go into work. Today was his day off. Eh...he needs the money. He's paying for my flight to New York as it is. I feel horrible, but I have no way to get there on my own. Walking is out of the question. Sky and I are talking. We're joking around and it's great. I missed him a lot. I hope that maybe we can hang out sometime before I move this June. It would be really nice, you know? I mean...he will always be my friend. I just wish that we could talk like we used to before we got together. But...they're all memories...maybe memories... Kayla