i want to cut again, even though i did a while ago… i can’t because my mother will find out and take my blade, she already took all the broken glass i had. i’ve lied so many times to her about what i have and if i’m ‘safe’ at home.

i’m not even safe at school. i can easily sneak the sharp scissors into my jacket sleeve and go to the restroom and cut there. i’ve done it twice. the school doesn’t care for me. they just don’t want me to kill myself, that’s all. everyone at school doesn’t know anything about me. they think i’m perfectly fine. that isn’t true. everyone surrounding me except my close friends believe that i’m alright. my true friends are those that understand me, know what i’m going through. dealing with the same problems as me. so what, four or so people. i have a deep hatred for ‘normal’ people. people who are so happy, deceiving themselves, going on every day living a lie, and that lie is happiness.