Some days go by.

I check my notifications.

And...

Nothing.

What happened to Diana?

I hope she's okay.

I grabbed my phone and send her a message.

J: Hey!! Waddup? We havent tlked in awhile jst wnted 2 make sure ur ok

...

...

...

Nothing.

Does she hate me?

I knew I should've stayed out of her business.

Her and her ex is not my problem.

I looked over at my night stand.

I let out a big sigh and grab the blade.

I think we all know what happens next.

The blood lightly poured down my leg as I began to tear up.

It's the pain I get for being a bad friend.

Once I felt better, I grabbed my phone.

1 new message.

Diana Ryan.

D: omg im soooo srry ive been soooo busy

J: r u mad @ me?

D: no!! Never. Ur my bff

J: we jst hvent msg in awhile

D: like I said ive been busy

J: ik im jst paranoid
...
J: culd i tll u a secret?

D: ...
D: go 4 it

J: i cut myslf wen I feel lke im a bad person

D: omg tats terrible! U shuld nver do tat!!

J: ik ik but sumtimes i jst let my thoughts tke ovr

D: well...ur secret is safe w/ me

J: sumtimes i feel lke ur my only real frnd

D: g2g

I logged off and fell back into my bed.

I'm starting to feel better.

Maybe if I just had less thoughts.

There would be less scars.

#scarsrmysmiles