I can't remember the last time somebody said they loved me.

I honestly can not remember if anybody has ever said it, and meant it as more than just a friend. I don't know what the words sound like comming from my Mum or my Dad's lips, I don't know what they sound like from my brothers or my sister. I don't know what they would sound like comming from somebody who wants to spend the rest of their life with me.

I do know what it sounds like comming from a friend, but I'm afraid that's all it will ever be. Friendship.

I never told you- that english assignment I did- from the depressed girl's point of view. I got the top mark.

I feel like somebody could take each of my shoulders, pull them each way, and I would split down the middle.

I feel so pathetically weak.

I wanted to cut at school today,, I didn't because I was at school. But when I was thinking about it, I decided I wouldn't because of how much it hurt you, and because of how much you hurt you.

I won't be weak and let you down again. I won't let me down again.

My feet are sore from walking so far, and yet here I find myself in the same place again.

I'm sick of it here. I want to go.

You're right. I didn't set out to teach anybody anything. But that doesn't mean that nobody can learn from my mistakes.

Don't cut because of me, I already know it hurts people. That's why I want to stop. How do you think you would feel if you knew I was cutting because of you?

This is my journey,, not yours. Just because I make a mistake doesn't mean you will.

Learn from me, don't follow me.