I cry for a whole hour right there at the door alone... [i][color=f6989d]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[/color][/i] 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.. [i][color=f6989d]Hello darkness, my old friend... how's it been haaaanngiin'[/color][/i] 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 [color=ed1c24]"how could someone so 'perfect' feel so insecure. As to damage her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more...'"[/color] or [color=ed1c24] "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...[/color] or even [color=ed1c24]GOODBYE, I'm not meant to be here...[/color] and I go to bed, crying and ashamed for what I've done