I dont understand people.

I hate those people that make fun of cutters, or at least the ones that dont cut for attention.

I hate those fucking preps that cut for attention and to follow the crowd....who made cutting a trend anyways?
I know that cutting can be soothing for some, and nerve-wracking for some.

Before I discovered what group I should be in socially, I myself cut once or twice. And with a paperclip nonetheless. I remember it clearly. I never understood why I sat in the middle of my school`s tennis courts during recess to do this. It wasn't even like anyone saw me. I knew i was invisible then. I knew it. Not to mention when the bell rang, I was entirely tear-stained and sitting in social studies with my 6 foot 8 inches teacher. And I was just holding my arm, trying to hide the cut on my arm. Its hard to see the scar now, which i am grateful for, because suspicions dont do me any good. I have a feeling people reading this will call me a poser, for i guess even discussing cutting makes someone a poser. Well, i can tell you, not everyone is a poser. You have to realize. Just because of your own insecurities doesn't mean you travel around mindsay to call someone a poser. Because that is just a really lame excuse. And dont worry, if you call me a poser, I know im not, so your not going to get anywhere. kthx.

good vesper.

today i will be going to the mall.

and then to a birthday party (cant forget my x`s)

but in the meantime, i will just sit here and admire my new mcr calendar.

because frank is just unbelieveably beautiful.

this is crazy.

♥

just remembered that i have a mindsay. i deleted all my past entries, for those times have past, those people screwed me over, i have new and better friends, and are a different person now. i feel different about life and the ways things should be. i set a new standard for myself, and made it harder for me to be hurt. i wont stand for that anymore. im not going to take shit anymore, because, i realized i am no ones slave. i have a mind, thoughts, and feelings, and should be respected for them. there is nothing that anyone can make me do, besides my parental units, though sometimes there is an occasional revolt. but what can i say? people should realize im different, and that they cant change who i am. if you try, you wont get so far. therapist wont change my feelings, and neither will you. so stop trying. you cant change the fact of my feelings. i love frank and mcr. so fuck off. i dont care if you dont. so you dont have to tell me. your opinion on mcr, if bad, makes no difference to me.

thank you dearests. ♥