Okay. You know what. My blog is too emo. Here's some pictures.

I hate it. Hate hiding all my cuts. Afraid that people will see it. It'd hidden. But still, I'm afraid. I'm afraid people will know. I'm afraid of what people will think of me.

I don't know what I'm thinking most of the time. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know okay...

It hurts. Fuck, man. I'm like so paranoid all the fucking time now. Fuck life. I wish I can stop cutting & making Daniella worry bout me all the mother fucking time, I'm sorry dear.

'I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry..'

'It's okay, I understand'

Yes, I know you do, dear. But I hate this, I hate relying on cutting. I hate feeling like this. I hate it.

I wna go volunteer at spca. Hahaha. I think it's cool. Maybe, I'll ask Daniella if she wants to pei me. I don't know. Maybe I'll be happier? Perhaps.

I'm still deciding if I should just pass my penknife to someone. But not Daniella. I'm scared she'd end up like me. Hmm.. I don't know. But I've 2 penknifes. I haven't use another one. If I pass mine, I'd pass the pink one. There'd still be another one in my house....

I don't know okay. I don't fucking know. Fuckthisshit.