I was in the mental hospital for cutting an inch deep and needing stitiches.
I'm out and I'm so much better. I can love myself again. I think love them too.
I could only think about how I just wanted them. I wanted to get better and get out to feel their skin upon mine again. I've missed them so much. I need them. They keep me alive inside and that's all I really need.
I have five stitches and they are slowly healing. I can't believe I wasn't able to be there for them when they needed someone the most. It hurts me inside.
I was going to take a break with them. But just talking to them makes me think otherwise. I don't need a break from them. I don't want one at all. I just need to be wrapped up in their arms and to see their smile.
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RandomMy last book, "Torn Apart", was supposed to be the book that I made progress. Instead, I brought myself down even more. I made no progress. I don't regret any of the decisions I've made. I don't feel guilty for anything that effected me. I'm proud...
