Sometimes you just have to know when it's time to say goodbye.

Ya my friend Holly just sliced her finger open on a broken cup...she said it was gushing blood, freaked me out. Her mom relapsed again, which is really sad. I guess she's going into this treatment program that lasts a year. I met her mom a long time ago, she's so nice and sweet. Holly wanted me to with her to visit her mom when she was in a halfway house after treatment, and I felt so bad cuz she kept saying that she wanted to go home with us and she didn't wanna go back to the halfway house. Holly could hardly keep herself together after we left cuz she felt so bad. Her mom was doing good when she left the halfway house, but then, I dunno what happened.

I've created scars on my thighs, how messed up is that? No one knows I cut except Holly and two of my sisters. Rachel cuts. Awhile ago, my sister's therapist or whatever told my sister that she should tell mom how she felt about her drugs and drinking, and to use "I" statements (it makes me feel ____ when you _____). So she did. She called her up and told mom how she felt. So my mother turned around and said that Rachel was the biggest mistake of her life, that her life had been a living hell since the day she was born. So Rachel sliced up her ankle because mother had hurt her so much. I mean, what the fuck? There's something seriously wrong with the woman, and I no longer hold any hope of her getting better. Fuck it.