Music:I'm Not Okay (I Promise) * My Chemical Romance
Look at all the scars you left upon my skin.
I don't know why I keep feeling the way I do. All I want to do is break down and cry. I'm sick of the mess I made. I've been cutting for two years. I didn't tell anyone until a year ago. I tried stopping and thought I was done. But I couldn't help it. I got into a fight with my boyfriend (at the time). He told me how he was going to kill himself because of me. Since then I've tried so many times to stop. I can't help it. I don't know why. I thought I could get by. So I started on the pills. I would take as many as 20 a day just to get by. I'm slowing cutting down, but I've started up on cutting once again. I have 32 new marks on my skin now from last night. I'm sick of the things people say. I always said I wouldn't let it get to me. I don't know why I do though. I'm just sick of life and everything people do. I just keep breaking down, then I end up regretting why I did it, hating myself for doing it, then doing it again. It's like a cycle. That is non-ending. Well, I am out. </3