You know, I was doing so good and not cutting and being so depressed until Randy stopped talking to me. Someone told him I liked him, which I do, but now he won't get on to talk to me. He knew a long time ago that I liked him, he had to. My thighs and hips are hurt and bruised because I cut too deep again last night. I actually cried just for the fact that Randy hasn't been on to talk to me. I've never cried just because he hasn't been on. I mean, I have cried over him doing drugs, cutting, and getting to serious trouble, but never just not getting on. Damn, I'm being an overly emotional drama bitch again. I miss Randy.