Instead of cutting tonight, I wrote Ash, a little heart, and a tally mark on my arm. I finished of that section of my wrist with scribbles because I was trying to distract myself the best I could. I will continue to write on my arm throughout the night when things get worse.
I have no one to talk to right now, so I don’t know what to do.
If anyone is willing to be a sweetheart and try to make me happy, then I will love you forever.