From the point of view of a broken child I didn't want to be a friend with a person I didn't know yet. She probably hated mental people like me. I am mental, right? Of course you are, Shawn. You've been mental for a long time. And everybody hates a mental person, except for me. Taylor will give up on you one day. He'll drop you just like everybody else. I'm your only true friend. Lies. As I held the blade, silver turned to red, and my vision was clouded with black dots for a second. I still wasn't used to the pain of the blade, but I relief behind the pain. I knew that one day pain would be replaced with the feeling of relief. It was probably bad that I wanted that, and that I felt such pleasure in self harm. This is bad. I shouldn't do this. I have to stop. Let... It... Go.