This is like having the scar from a wound still somehow dragging you down.

No one would believe me if I said that it was still hurting me, it's a scar, scars don't hurt you.

I should have moved on from it but it still hurts.

I'm afraid of guys. I always look for approval in them.

I like guys yet they scare me.

Nothing could help me because how can you try to help heal a scar?

It's already healed.

It still brings me down, though.

What they said about me still makes me feel terrible, I still think it's true.

I don't want to bring it up because there's no way to heal it, at least I don't think there's a way to heal it.

How can you fix something that's unfixable?

You just can't, it's impossible.

This is hell.

I can't get over it because it still hurts me.

Recently, I found out that I'll put everyone's happiness before mine no matter what.

They put me on some pills to help me sleep.

I get almost all of the side effects but my mom is finally not worrying as much because I'm sleeping.

As long as it helps her I'll keep taking them.

I won't attempt suicide again because it would hurt everyone else.

I stopped cutting because people knew and basically begged me to stop.

I'll continue to live for other people.

That makes me think of Robin Williams, he didn't succeed in that.

Maybe I will.

I'll do it for everyone else, not for myself but for my friends and family.

If it weren't for them I'd be dead right now.

I'll do this for them.

Poor Josh.