I've been thinking today. a rare accurance, I know. I think it's really funny that I write alot of what I think one here, or did, I've pretty much given any one who cares all the knowledge that they need to build me up and challange me or tear me down.
But few people that I know actually read it. which i'm actually glad of.
I think most of my friends see me as a loud, sarcastic little girl; their friend's younger sister that they put up with.
only three that I know of really know that I was cutting.
fewer than that I think, know that I can get depresses. My brother says I always do.
I'm kinda thankful that the vast majority of my friends dont really know.
It can still be a raw and sore wound.