Wow, this is so random! My mum was talking to someone on the phone and she told me that it was Marina who's a woman who we used to live next door to like 6 years ago and I was good friends with her daughter, Monique. So then mum got off the phone to Marina and then the phone rang again and it was Monique. It's so awesome coz I haven't talked to Monique for years and years and I was like really good mates with her when I was little. So we talked for ages. It was so so so cool to catch up. Sometime in the holidays they're prolly gonna come over here and I'll prolly go over there sometime.

::grins::

Now, to not so happy stuff...

Last night I scared the shit out of myself. I cut lots and stuff which isn't anything new but then I was pressing the blade into my skin to see if I could make it go through (though not seriously because it never has before) and it did. The blade made this kinda *pop* feeling (maybe sound, I don't know) as it went through and it was so so so disgusting.

::shudders::

It bleed a hell of a lot and is fairly deep. I did it on top of an old burn scar on the side/ top of my wrist. i am so fucking glad that I didn't do it on the bottom coz I wouldn't be sitting here typing if I had. That scares me, that I could kill from/ with cutting. I don't think I ever would intentionally kill myself by cutting, it just wouldn't seem right. I mean, cutting has kept me alive... It'd be wrong to use it to end my life.

--Lauren