Hey guys. I'm really sorry. I hope you guys don't think I'm just some emotional train wreck, kay?

I cut.

I have nine scars on my left arm, and thirteen on my right. I know most of you will say, "don't cut yourself" and all that jazz, but its apart of my coping. I just never realized how bad it had gotten. I can barely wear short sleeve shirts without worrying someone's going to see my scars.

Which is mostly why I haven't been updating lately. I've been other places, tumblr, facebook; but its not as much.

I know i should tell my mom, but I don't want to and to be completely honest. I'm not going to.

Honestly, I hope no one I know outside of the internet is reading this, I just felt i needed to tell you guys.

I know I can beat this. I've stopped eating disorders, I'm sure I can beat this.

I want to thank you guys for your constant support on my stories. You rock.

I'll be back soon!

~Kristina B