We had the biggest fight when he showed up earlier tonight, but we got over it pretty fast. I love the way we can’t stay mad at each other. As he was driving away angry, he decided to turn the car around and apologize to me.
I don’t even want to cut for the endorphins. Instead, I want to drag a razor blade across my leg from ankle to hip and just admire my bloody waterfall.
I want to cut because I feel pathetic and ashamed of being so openly desperate for affection and approval. But I don’t suppose mutilating my body further would make me any less pathetic. People must think I’m a fool.
They’re Valais Blacknose Sheep from Switzerland.
I’LL TAKE ALL OF THEM!
It’s been a little while since I last felt insecure/unsure of Austin’s feelings for me, but it’s back. He doesn’t seem to like talking with me/spending time with me as much as before. He never initiates a conversation. I dunno, I’m worried.
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