He waited 5 hours.
I bet more, because he didnt get home untill 10pm and he was there at 2.
I feel so guilty
I know he said it was okay because my friend stood me up, her boyfriend kicked out of her house and I punched a wall, and got injured...
But He was there for 5 hours!!!!
I screwed up big time, I almost lost him...
He cried a bit, and consumed enough choclate for a moose to die from. That's what his post said..
I don't deserve him, do...

Emm .... not 2 sure what i should write.. 2day i guess im happy. At my dad's although i have no friends here and it brings back horrible memories here of mum and dad getting a divorce the first time i cut... When my so-called best friends threatens to beat me up and when my Ex told the whole School i was an emo.

But im Happy now i guess i live with my mum and her boyfriend ( who i cnat stand but am trying)
I moved School and am happy even though nobody there know's that i used...

I can't take it.
Just stop it now.
The constant questions..
"Why do you have a bruise on your knuckle?"
"Where did that scar come from?"
"Why do you cut?"
"What makes you happy?"
"Who makes you happy?"

Just stop. Everone just stop. I want to you to care..but it doesn't really matter.. It's not like I'll ever be happy.

Do I even remember being truly happy?
Yes....