I chosed to be lonely because I couldn't take all the fake friends, the people who used me...I just couldn't take it no more so I chose to be lonely. Lonely was something I never thought as a opinion until I slowly started seeing my "friends" leave one after another, day by day. Until I got left with nothing and nothing is all I have. Now my only friend is a razor, it's shiny and makes me happy. Every time I take that razor and press it to my skin and start dragging it across my hip it relieves me. I never would have thought a little piece of metal could make me feel happy but, unfortunately I got addicted to the pain so much I did it daily... at school in the bathroom stall or at home. Nothing could stop my addiction. I miss the old little me that was happy and could care less but, I'm faced with reality and man it sucks.
