Dear Diary

I cut. I'm a cutter. i don't like it.. but it's an addiction i can't get over it. I did it once, and he made me do it again. I couldn't take all of the hurt i was put through. "Oh he was just a guy." Yeah well i fucking loved him, and now i think of his name everytime i put the knife to my wrist, or when the eraser makes another scar. I was nothing to him. Completely worthless. i wasn't good enough, and i guess i'll never be. Why can't someone choose me? I'm never good enough. I regret it all. "Oh never regret something that once made you smile." Yeah shut up i regret what i wanna regret. I hope he's happy with her, and what he caused.