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Sorry guys... I haven't been posting allot of ... good photos... I haven't gone out to take any and when I do... I have no motivation ...uhmmm..... yeah... I'll try later on today... I just... I'm different lately.... I feel.. sick....

I've been thinking about how I am, the shit I say, the shit I think about, and the shit I do. I need help. Real help. I need someone to bring me to the fucking mental institute, so they can check me. I need to be put in those little pillowed up rooms, where I can't hurt myself. I need to be alone, with my thoughts. So I can straighten them out. I need to get rid of every person who hurts me just be being there, which means half of the people that read this. Half of my "friends" need to go away, and stop fucking lying to my face. I need to start doing better shit, stop hurting myself, and surround myself with people who care. Because l

So this is part 2 of my story... After awhile... I started getting lonely...and afraid of my scars.... I wore long sleeved shirts and jackets.... I wanted to talk to someone about them, the scars, the razors... so I talked to my friend.... but that was a mistake...I trusted someone I shouldn't have.... I missed school a day after I slit my wrists... and she called.... apparently... she was with a teacher and they heard everything we said....so we had talked about my cuts....the called the cops...the cops came to my house...checked my wrists....they asked when I had done it...I lied and said awhile ago.... I sometimes wonder if I had said "