I'd provided myself a blank canvas to work on, and the brand new paintbrushes were begging to be used. Unfortunatley, the only colour that fit was red, and the only emotion it inspired was despair.
Today wasnt the best. In anyway. i didnt realise we had P.E. today, so i cut last night. Not that bad, they just looked worse than they did. 12 (or maybe more) cuts with my razor, traintracked across my arm, and the only thing worse than the sting of the cuts, is the sting in the bitter cold.
And my parents have stopped me going to Bobs. I dont know why. I'm a prisoner in my own house. Through the holidays, it was half my parents not letting me, and half my will not to go, but i DONT want to tell them, but i WANT them to UNDERSTAND, i NEED someone, other than Kirsty. That sounde harsh, but im not allowed any friends around other than her.
Please? Let me live?
wow. Im selfish.