I don't want to go back I don't want to go back to that dark place. The pain, the suffering, the cuts, the blood, the lies. I don't want that back. I haven't cut in 8 MONTHS. That's the longest I have ever gone. I need to stay strong, but I don't think I can. My life is a living hell. I don't want to go back to the thoughts of suicide and how happy everyone would be without me. My sister has never been on my side. She's always against me. She used to hit me. She's never truly been a nice person. She doesn't know what nice is. And hey, maybe I don't either, but I know for sure that she isn't anything close to nice. She thinks of herself 24/7. She's constantly telling me everything wrong with myself. My mom always takes her side. I act like I'm happy when she comes home and everyone believes me. Even my friends, the closest people to me, they don't see through it. But that's only because I'm the best damn actress you will ever meet. I've got the blade in my hand and it's poised to slice across my skin. Maybe I'll do it, maybe I won't. I don't know. I don't know if I'll be okay. I don't think I ever was okay. I don't think I ever will be.