theghostofher:

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One of us is going to get hurt tonight and I can just tell it’s going to be me.  It always is, and yes I will be happy for you and no I won’t be mad at you.  I will never let a guy get in between us.

wow I feel like a whore. 

I really really really don’t want to sleep in a sweatshirt because my room is so hot, but I’m scared that when my dad comes to wake me up in the morning or I walk to the bathroom in the morning someone will see the scars on my arm and freak out.  

Sure thing I’ll name one of these scars after you.  I mean that’s what you want after all right?  To put me through pain.  

But I don’t think you understand how talking to your for those ten maybe fifteen minutes made me so happy.  

I’m scared to tell you I cut myself because I don’t want you to think you are the reason.  You are the one who taught me how, but really I have you to thank.  If you hadn’t told me how you did it I would’ve most likely ended up hurting myself more than I intended to.  I’ve only done it once since last night when you told me you did it.  It didn’t even cut that well but I enjoyed it.  I’m just scared to tell you because I don’t want you to ever think it’s your fault.  

If I don’t see him tomorrow I will be really upset.  I’m sure I will get over it, but I know it will affect me.  Oh well, I’ll drink with my friends, get shit faced and be happy. 

I don’t think you understand that I’d give my everything for you.