So I was on my way home on the bus today and this kid I kinda know who's a few years below me sat next to me. We got talking about poetry and emo art and I just kind of opened up to him and told him all about my disorders and self harm and things, and I mean I barely know the kid I've spoken to him like 3 times, and it just made me realise how desperate I am for someone who knows what I'm going through :/