Yeah. She still sneaks talking to me sometimes though. She can tell if I'm down and in need of a friend, and she's always there. She knows just what to say, too.
Yeah, that makes sense. I have lost a few amazing friends because of my past. My very best friend, honestly. Her parents don't want her around me because I use to cut.
Ah, that's a good idea. When I am of age, I want to get a tattoo on my arm for To Write Love On Her Arms, either that, or a Paramore lyric from "We Are Broken".
I think my struggle will hold out until I gain enough self control to rid myself of the urge to replace my emotional hurt with physical.
I think that's the misconception a lot of people come to when they judge people who cut themselves, that they do it for attention. But really, they're just.. getting rid of their pain, most of the time, anyway.