So many pills in front of me...want to take them all, I want it all to end...

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Home by myself all day... I don't think i can make it through the day..
I don't trust myself....

My name is Hope.

Nothing less, nothing more.

I'm a skmple minded person.

With complex situations.

I am always able to help others.

Nothing really gets in my way to the point where I'll give up.

My smile means a lot to me.

My laughter even more.

But my friends mean everything to me.

You'll never see me cry,

But if you do-leave me alone.

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Dear my "best friends"

Please stop texting about me when i'm sitting with you and talking about me behind my back and then denying it, things are hard enough for me as it is. I know you know that, you've seen the cuts.

Sincerely, I can see your text in the window... >_<

I don't even know why im writing this. No one even cares.. Maybe i should stop posting. Im just selfish.

My parents are thinking about taking my door off its hinges. Or taking me to a hospital. (i don't want to go, but they've told me they would take me if i needed it) They probably thing im crazy, and that theres something wrong with me. My parents want me to talk but i can't more secrets will slip out. Im so tired of this. I don't want to talk at all anymore. Maybe i should just...

My second therapy session went well. Last time I was there, S said that she wanted to talk to my parents. She even told them that she wanted to talk to them, and then either she forgot, or she just didn't. If she didn't, it meant it was probably for the LGBT issue, and I told her not to. My mom wanted to talk to her today too so I was freaking out the entire time, but then SHE forgot. Interesting.
My therapist said I was making progress on my perfectionism, but I don't think so. It's just...

I'm still figuring out teen help.
I'm actually remembering a time when I thought about joining, because I thought about becoming bulimic (I wasn't comfortable in my body, I'm still not.)

Anyways.
Let me explain the name George.
I got George from my grandpa, he use to call me George just to bother me. I miss him so much. He didn't survive after surgery for stoumach cancer.

I can't spell for shit, and I swear a lot, so I'm sorry.

I'm...

I was gonna write a blog entry, but I don't know what to say.

Don't know what to feel.

Don't know how to cope.

I'm restricting again. It really messes up my mind. I honestly can't think straight.

So why am I doing this?

Not to get skinny. Not really. I don't care, I'll always look awful.

I don't know why I'm doing this.

My hands are so cold.

I want to give up on my school work...