All things fall into place, my heart, it feels so safe.
I decided to keep everything to myself.
I put up walls so high nobody can break.
My mom says I need help.
I've been to cold.
I feel safe now. These walls are for me, not for anyone.
I think it's best that I remain 'happy' for everyone's sake.
If I share what I feel with anyone besides here they'll
worry and it'll make me even more depressed.
I want to makemy own decisions.
I don't like it when Mike or anyone else tries to read me.
I don't want to be placed as a typical teenager with issues.
He laughed when I told him this.
I walked off.
He said he was sorry and I knew he was. He's not used to me
being this way.
Sorry if I'm not the bubbly girl I used to be who literally
jumped into his arms when she saw him.
See this is good, I can write here and know he, my family or
really anyone else can see.
*breaths a sigh of relief*
I cut myself yesterday.
Out of sheer depression. Late last night I took a safety pin
and cut at my arm. Felt good. Thank gosh it's cold here or
else they would see the cut.
Ok now I have to finish this. Magda walked in. Time for my
*forces a smile*
It's not so bad. It could be worse.