Remember when I said "Today I will turn around and face you. I will tell you everything about the addiction that has overcome me. I will tell you why blood streams from my wrists. I will tell you when I first started cutting. I will tell you what I have hidden from you for so long." What was I thinking? I thought you would understand, but all you did was send me away to a cold, horrible place that scarred me more than the blade I used. I thought I could trust you. I was wrong.
