i tought i had quit. i was doing great. it had all healed up and i have a bunch of scars but that's it. then my best friends started going out. i'd call jessie because i was about ready to cry and she was talking to tyler. i called her again and got her but she said that she had to call tyler back in 10 min. valentines day came around and i felt so alone. the people that helped me to stop weren't there for me. i started asking myself if they still cared, if they still needed me. i mean, they had eachother. tyler already said that he was in love with her. valentines night came and i found myself tearing up my arm. one gigantic cut and a few little ones. all bled really badly. then i wrote a short note to tyler, with the blood from my arm. it read "help me tyler" with whatever blood i could scrape off my arm around it. i thought i was done but i wasn't. i carved a broken heart in my arm that night too. it was the best one i've ever done. then last night carved the words "i love you" underneath of it. please somebody help me!!!
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