Lots of things on my mind...

[RaeNose]

It seems that when I open up to people, they open up to a place that everyone has.
That place where emotions reign and every dark secret is hidden from the rest of the world.
I met my friend for who he was for the first time.
I don't think I can take it.
Everyone's secrets.
Everyone's pain.
It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
My arms itch and burn...
I just want one scratch.
*chuckle* That's a lie.
It's my fault.
I'm an ugly whore who doesn't deserve anything she has.
I deserve to die,
or lay bleeding at least.

[Beautiful Obsession]

Ok your not an ugly whore who deserves to die. whatever your feeling you need to talk to someone who can help you.
But dont cut yourself, you will feel 10 times worse for it, resist temption babe.. pm me if ya wanna xxxx

[RaeNose]

No one can help me.
It's my fault my boyfriend's like this.
If I had never let it on, he'd still treat me like the Virgin Mary.
It's my fault that unleashed a volatile side of my friends.
It's my fault that my best friend yells at me, because I never trust her with anything.
It's my fault that I opened one of my friend's repressed memories of being molested at his first communion last night.
It's my fault that my youth pastor trusts me so much and is here to help, but his own wife acts completely fake to me.
It's my fault that I've been torn down by a lot of people on here.
It's my fault that I built this whole pedestal for me to stand upon: this whole masquerade of my perfection while my insides are rotting.
Even as we speak, I'm scratching myself with a safety pin.
God, I'm so weak.
The cravings and the stress and the secrets and the lies... they're just too much.