Super pumped!

So tonight we're throwing a surprise party for my friend Anissa. Today's her 15th birthday, and she's had a rough last couple of weeks. But yeah, so excited.
My boyfriend's screwed. We're gonna try to give him a make over. And apparently they're gonna lock us in the bathroom. While he's peeing. O.O
Yeah, my friends are some crazy bitches. Haha.
But I haven't seen John in a week, so I'm excited. He's giving me my Christmas present, too. I'm sure I'll love it. But that's not really my love language. But whatever.
Haha. I was opening one of those plastic box type thingies 'cause my mom got me speakers for my iPod. I didn't feel like finding scissors, so I used a knife. Bad idea. I cut my finger and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I thought it was funny as hell. My mom didn't. Haha.
So you guys know the song "I'm a Fake" by The Used? Yeah, John and I were talking about the poem at the beginning of it. I almost died. It's definately hard to talk about that kinda stuff with him. But I almost wish he'd ask me questions, you know? Like, so he'd understand me better. But he does. A lot. I don't know...still love him.
Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife