Yargh

I want nothing more right now than to cut up my arm. I want to...but I can't. If I do, he'll find out and he'll tell my mom. I can't let that happen. My mom's gone through that hell already. I don't need her to go through it again. I don't even know what the point of this is. I guess to keep my hands busy for a while, so I can't hurt myself. You know what? I'm going to stop rambling. Maybe I'll find something intriguing to do.