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Yeah I know I haven't updated in just about 2 months, but I just need to write about something. Yesterday was soooo much fun! Well, Friday me, lorne, and verne went to the Buzz Bean where I saw the awesome guy that works at Subway. He plays guitar ::thud:: I faint. Anyway, then we sneaked into Gothika, my second time seeing it. It was awesome again! Lauren slept over and yesterday I exposed her to the wonder that is Labyrinth (she loved it!) Later on, we walked down to the video store and rented Chocolat, grabbed some Dunkin Donuts, and then I went into The Bag Lady's Basement. I had heard an old grammar school friend of mine was running it, used clothes for cheap. The place is really cool and it was awesome running into Frankie again. She turned out opposite from what I thought she'd turn out as. She's very unique and funky, a cool gal all around. We exchanged emails so hopefully I'll talk to her soon.
On the way home, me and Lauren had a good talk. About how school sucks, the lack of freedom, the wonderfulness that awaits us in college next year, and then problems. I told her that people see me as a happy, positive person, but i really beat myself up emotionally. She kinda stopped and asked if i was hurting myself physically, but I said no, I wasn't taking it to that extreme like some of my other friends were. She was relieved, and to tell you the truth, i never thought I'd be one to hurt myself physically. Around one o' clock that night tho, after my shower, i was just sitting in the dim nightlight of my room, listening to Enya, when I took out a razor and cut my leg. The first cut drew some blood. And I was completely shocked by the power and exhilaration I felt from cutting myself. I was seriously disturbed. I have friends who I know cut themselves and I never understood why they did it. I guess now I do. After that first cut, the razor wouldn't work so I found a pin and started dragging it on my leg, fairly hard. Mostly, it didn't draw blood but made some nasty scrapes. I couldn't stop tho until I saw a little bit of blood. So finally I stopped put a bandaid on my thigh, and went to bed. I can't believe I did it. It's not that I have serious issues in my life. But I do feel the dull weight of the depression that I hide all the time. I don't know. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. But it's strange. Instead of feeling terrible or stupid after I cut myself, I felt better, happier. Like I was releasing all my stress in the cuts. It was so powerful, I wanted more of that feeling. I still do...
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