I don't know what happened. The night before last, there was broken glass. I was playing with it and suddenly there was blood pouring out of my hands. It was...surreal. Is this really happening? When I went to rinse them off, the blood just kept coming out...the water was all red... so of course I told my stepdad, cause it was...fuck I couldn't think...I felt so bad about it though... there are people dealing with real problems and I'm crying about a few cuts... I mean, I'm a cutter..I'm used to cuts...what the fuck is wrong with me?
Fuck I don't know.
The last day of high school was yesterday. Graduation's Sunday.
Did I mention I'm hosting a French student for a few days this summer?
I started a blog for my writing... please don't refer to this blog if you comment it or anything. I want to keep it separate as I might share it with people who I don't want knowing about my weirdness.
Here's the link... Writings of a Mango
I'm listening to Viz by Le Tigre. I really like it. It makes me happy =)
I have to see my dad on Sunday. I hope he doesn't call me fat.