I cry through my skin.

Mood: Depressed, confused.

 How is it somehow everyone magically seems to know everything about me? Somehow, someone found out I cut...And now, all of the myspace community knows it. I'm going to play it cool, of course. They'll all ask to see my wrists-HA! Joke's on them. I don't cut my wrists. I don't even know what I want that I think will make me happy anymore. You know what I think I want? I think I want to just forget everyone and everything. I just wish that I could go away for a while and then come back when everyone has forgotten about me.