Sorry I haven't been replying to comments all that quickly these past few days (I've responded to them all now though!), but I was at my Dad's. It didn't suck as much as I thought it would, largely because I got to meet my four-week-old baby sister and catch up with my other three siblings (a half-sister who is one, a half-brother and step-brother who are both five). My eldest sister has taken to bitch-slapping people, mainly her mother and brothers; something that I find absolutely hilarious. Dad and I played COD together, resulting in him yelling "who's the daddy?!" every time he won. How am I related to this man?
Last night I slept at
house with a group of other friends to watch horror movies. The first film we watched was horrific; it was called "The Descent". I don't think I've ever screamed so much at a film. I was hiding behind a pillow the entire time. It's a very well-made film, but it completely fucked my shit up.
Yesterday, between getting back from my Dad's and heading over to Alex's, I tore the shit out of my upper right leg. I think it was one of the very few times (if the first) where I've really felt myself lose control with cutting. Like, normally I'll limit myself to three or four cuts a day with minimal bleeding, but yesterday I did well over that and they all bled quite a bit. Every time I catch sight of the cuts I hate myself a little bit more. I know I'm becoming a massive downer to my friends, including those on dA, but I can't help it; I don't even know what the fuck's wrong with me anymore.
On a lighter note; me and
are running a group on Facebook for Harry Potter, Panic! and MCR fans. It'd mean a lot to us if you could like it! [link]