i am worried about her. I'm not the only one cutting again after a promise... several promises... not that mine mattered as much as hers but still.. she's afraid that her dad will hurt her again. i hate seeing her get hurt... i hate seeing anyone get hurt...even if they hurt me like her.. if jordan's mom or dad beat him, i would feel bad. I would try to help. I hate feeling useless. She has been offered a place to stay here for however long she needs to... her mom has been offered help if need be as well she wants to come over tomorrow after work or after we come back from where ever to stay over to get her mind off things. i doubt mom will say no. not as much food and stuff but eh oh well. maybe we can go to the cemetery tomorrow. since we couldnt last week... that would be nice. surround ourselves with spirits to try and offset the orbs around us... somehow... usually when we get together, we cheer up, we find a way alot of the time to forget about what's fucked up. and i like it like that. I miss friendships like that. It's been so long since Natasha left...