A new reason to hate summer.

Because of the clothes I can't cut in my usual spot.
The wrist is actually a really hard bit of skin to cut.
It's so soft that it moves too much.
Now I need a watch.
People with no-one there for them party of one.
It's never been the same with Celine since she told Alice that I cut, I can't trust her ever again.
Alice is just, Alice.
Georgina and Alison never take anything seriously and will just call me an idiot.
Maddie and Rosie have their own problems.
So does Georgina.
I can't go to Megan because 1) I promised her I wouldn't because everyone else does and she writes emo poems about being the last domino and supporting everyone else 2) she'll make fun of me for it.
Chris has fucking abandoned me.
I can't talk to my fucking parents.
Bethany's too busy with Julian.
Carolynne has her mum to think about.
Anthony's too much of a new friend to dump this on.
I'm too frightened that Harry is going to ask me out again to talk to him.
Whatever.
I just needed to fucking vent.
Even my fucking cat doesn't listen to me.
All she wants is a fucking pat.
And the dog smells.
So who the fuck else is there?