I cry for a whole hour right there at the door alone... I'm a fool to think he likes me, a fool!! Especially after cancelling on him for some extra job shift that ended up with my hands becoming... this I stared at my bandaged hands with blood still bleeding through the gauze. I FINALLY get up, knowing what I was gonna do... I searched and searched, around my apartment, looking for something, anything.... at last, she went into the kitchen, and she found what she was looking for: a blade... a sharp blade... I smile softly with grimacing eyes, hardly able to believe I was going back to this.. Hello darkness, my old friend... how's it been haaaanngiin' I sing softly as I took the knife and cleaned with with hydrogen peroxide. I then made the first cut on my wrist, giggling with glee at the rush, and I remembered how happy I was when I used to do this all the time. I cut pictures of what resembles roses and skulls words reading "how could someone so 'perfect' feel so insecure. As to damage her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more...'" or "There was a boy who used to enlighten me. He told jokes and he was very funny. He invited me to go on a date, but I cancelled because I had to work late. If only he knew I had to pay these bills, maybe then we could find some time to chill.. but he's got a girl now... it's sad to say, I guess my fairytale didn't end my way... or even GOODBYE, I'm not meant to be here... and I go to bed, crying and ashamed for what I've done