ahhh, last night i went to my friend mikes house and JD was there.. the love of my life, i have been in love with him since 6th grade.. im in 9th. Man, my heart started racing and i felt like i was gunna throw up, JD followed me in the bathroom and asked me if i liked mike, i kind of just stared at him.. overwhelmed by his beauty. He thought i was being mean so he said " well fine i wont be nice to you anymore. " Like he has to be nice to me just because he found out i carved his name on my wrist. No one has to feel priviledged to like me.. like im some sort of charity foundation? get what im saying, i dont know if im putting them in perfect words.. i got mike to walk me home and i got my dads razor that he uses to shave his beard, went up stairs got the little fragile razors out and cut.. it was bleeding down my arm and wrist... ahh. That makes me happy. Mike is gunna be upset, but i wasent really thinkin about that. Well its only a matter of time that i will be seeing this therapist that my mom has decided on.. therepy sucks.
Good // Bye
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