Then when we got back from Manchester, we went to the pub. I make a point of never going, but Mark swayed us by getting us the worlds best ice scream, while they had a beer (bob, Mark and Mike are all over 18..so its ok, wheras me and edith are 15 and 13).
It was so random
yeah so it was good. Then it got worse. But i dont want to talk about that, its not a good thing to talk about really.
I came so close to cutting again tonight though, its been about 3 or 4 weeks since i last did it,and the cuts have healed now all i have is scars. Ill have to find another way to maim myself without actually visably scarring myself. Suggestions?