i am in love with the most beautiful boy in the world.
i talked to him tonight. sobbing. holding a knife in my hand. talking about things only crazy people talk about. and instead of getting freaked out he managed to turn the whole thing around. so that by the time we were done talking i was smiling. the knife was back in the drawer. and there were no fresh cuts on my body.
he makes me feel like im ok to just be me. and that's enough. no one has ever told me it was ok to just be me before. and that feels nice.
11:51 p.m. - December 1, 2007
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