Me: whatever you do, promise me you
won't cut. You loose
everything. Everyone thinks that they'll be the exception to
the rule. They won't get to that point that you need a cut to
make it through the day. That's what I thought a year ago
now. But you see me now right? I'm not allowed to
effing shave without my parents with me so I won't cut. I
might not be able to go to Washington D.C. because they're
worried about what I will do when everyone's asleep. You
loose every ounce of freedom you have. Please. Don't
walk the same path I am.
Her: *with tears in her eyes*
It's too late Em.
She pulled her sleave up and I saw 12 little scratches, slightly
puffy and red.
Please guys. I need advice. I
can't have my best through go through all the sh*t I
have.
