confession #16
I picked up the razor, and I put it back down. up, down. up, down. up, down. my phone lit up. I looked through my contacts, and tried to decide who would care if I was dead. not counting my family, I counted 5 people. 5 people out of 132.  when I got to Alyssa's name, I cried. because I know she doesn't care anymore. did she before? will she ever again? will she ever look at me again, let alone speak to me?
(yay, more scars for me..)