Cutting....

When I was eleven, I cut.

Alot. I was actually hospitalized for depression/self destruction.

It was one of the most horrible times of my life. That same year, my "best friend" spread rumors about me, my other best friend moved to Texas and my grandfather passed.

I couldn't deal.

Now I look back at the pictures that were taken at that time... the fake smiles. They were all fake.

I'm so thankful I stopped. I have a small, close knit group of friends who would do ANYTHING for me, including stay up until 4am facebook chatting with me. Whenever I seem sad or anything, they're there for me. To talk, to listen, anything.

I really don't know what I would do without them.

You know who you are, but if you don't know how much I love you... I really do.

Thank you. <333