the healing process

so on wednesday, 1.25.12., i went to try and cut myself in the girls' bathroom

at school. my friend snitched on me, and i had to talk to the counselor and all that shit. people

dont under stand that im not sad. i just LIKE it. ilike the pain, the blood. its my body. my life.

let me do what i want with it..so im 'healing'. or so they think.