sometimes it seems like my brain would be better off outside of my body. sometimes i feel like my blood would be too...

i started cutting the night in 6th grade that my grandmother called me (and i quote) "a pregnant duck". i cut the word "FAT" in to the lower part of my stomach. i can still feel it if i rub my fingers there.

this is slightly too morbid for me right now


chris and i seem like sometimes we have nothing to talk about...we do the hi , how are you , fine and you , then we kinda run out of stuff.....
i
dont
like
it.
my family is making me like completly plan out every freakin little thing so i can see chris. it sucks.

i just want to be spontaneous..

..love should be spontaneous.