Journal,
I'm sitting here writing, I just screwed my pencil sharpener's blade back in after cutting my cuticles instead of myself, and I haven't for a while, but it gets really tempting. Pain is a distraction, a distraction from the rest of the world and all the shit and loneliness bottled up inside I guess. I read part of the last entry, very poetic. Also, on a side note, I want to stay friends with ---- forever, I really do love her. We made plans to go to comic con and Japan later, hope for the future. I hope ----- is ok, she showed me her arm, got some slices, I'm gonna talk to her, offer support. I think ------'s doing a little better, I'm glad. ----- isn't dead yet.
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