I'm starting over.

New xanga.

www.xanga.com/LoveBROKENxx

And I don't just mean my xanga.

Thanks for making me feel trusted.

Thanks for making me feel like a total slutwhorebitchcunt.

Thanks for at least giving me an excuse for these scars, and new slits on my wrists.

Thanks for everything.

I want to paint a mural,

of an angel with her wings clipped back.

Chains grasping her hands and feet,

her torso so she can't breathe.

I want to paint a mural,

of emotion,

of passion,

of lies,

of deciet.

I want to paint a mural,

of our lives.

Ugh, during gym I got hit by a basketball;;

&& I fell down. While I was getting back up;;

my fingernail sliced through my leg && now I;;

have this gross gash there;;

when I went to the nurse the blood was dripping down my leg;;

ugh nasty stuff.

&& what grossed me out more was the skin under my nail >.<

Stages of denial//depression.

1. Extreme hatred of self.

2. Anger at world.

3. Self pity of self.

4. Extreme happyiness.

5. Quietness

6. Anger at world.

7. The getting over it.

And no I'm not going through depression...much, but this is just to let you all know that even though it seems like your life is over...

It's not.

Just keep living life fully.

Just ignore it when people lie to you or something.

Just be glad you have what you have, and know that no matter how much you think someone hates you, I'm sure secretly inside they love you very very much.