well, today i told my mom i self harm... we had the awkward talk that all parents usually give if you tell your parents you self harm. the rest of the day i spent cooking, i usually cook to get my mind off things. while i was grating carrots for the carrot cake i promised my dad, i heard my mom upstairs talking about putting me into therapy. all i really can say is that at least she didnt freak out and put me in a mental institution, well that isnt entirely true. she called the school and told them i shouldnt have scissors with me. ; - ; seriously?
well, at least i get out of cutting projects using those HORRIBLE right-handed scissor