WTF?

Life sucks. Life is cruel. Why do I even give a shit anymore? It seems that everyone I every loved or cared about has hurt or left me at some point, even if they came back... Josh has left. I'm going to have to accept that fact and move on with my life... He's living with Tiffany... I hate her. Then thinking he'd come to see me. How stupid... At least I have some solstice... A new friend that makes it a little easier... He suffers with the same problems (which reminds me I hate his "best friend" too...) I do. He makes me feel better. Too bad he's 23 years older than me and lives in Missouri. Life is a bitch.
Well I cut again last night and today... Damn almost made it a month too. I now have the word "LIFE" on my leg to keep "LOVE" company, along with a star on the other leg and some regular cuts, along with the ones on my arms. I can't believe no one has noticed... I even was doing it with my brother in the room, but of course he was too busy playing video games... Everyone is always too busy... I think I might try to OD, just to see if anyone would notice in time to save me. Seriously doubt it. I did have an appointment with Dr. Nadu, my psychiatrist. He is now sending me to threapy. I will only talk if my mom is not there, otherwise it will just be a waste of time.
Hmmm, my typing speed has declined.
Oh, now I do need to be careful about going deep when I cut, as now I have a new razor that is much sharper. The other one just wasn't cutting it (get it? Ha ha, shut up).
You know I don't even get why I write on this damn thing. Far as I can tell, no one reads it. But it's good I guess to get this all out somehow, other than my other methods... sigh, I'm going to be in so much trouble with Corie if she finds out, and Kayla. Shit why didn't I think before I pulled that shit again? Whatever, they can live with it. I'm not stopping now for anybody but me, not for anyone else again, and as of this writing, I don't want to stop. Let it kill me.