I picked up my new piece of broken glass and slice it through my skin.Yes, I feel the pain as some people think I do not.When I see the blood streaming down my arm I feel a rush of excitement telling which telling me that I am in fact alive.The cuts run so deep. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes one falls down the face of my cheek.
Yes I do realize that some people would think I'm stupid or even crazy for doing this to my self,but I'm just what they call emo.My mother, Carla she's tried to explain to me how bad self harm is,but I just tell her I don't know what she's talking about.
I do sometimes wish that even one guy would pay attention to me.Although I know no one will ever love me I still dream about one guy known as Carson.My friend...or used to be friend Kaley told me he would look at me ,but I know he hasn't even looked for a second.
Kaley's sister ,Sally liked one of the uglier guys of that group,Marty...ew.Kaley liked a decent one ,Dan.I have talked to Cainen a few times and every single time I just blushed redder than a tomato and was the most awkward person on earth.Sally just laughed at me.But that was about a month ago now I could care less about the guy.The one I'm liking now is Andy.He's definitely not as hot as Cainen but he's decent enough for me to like.
