“Ugh! Why does she love him?” I said aloud as I cut my wrist a second time. “Why doesn’t she realize that I’m in love with her? Why?” I continued to get angry as I cut myself a third…..forth time. This stupid razor is dull, I need to buy some more. I toss the bloody razor into the trash and get up off the floor. I wipe up the bloody mess on the floor, and put on my bracelet. My bracelet is my key to life, it covers up the scars of my past, and the spots I will scar in the future. I walk into my room and lie on my bed.

I sigh as I take out the picture I have of her. It was back when we were 14, when we were going out. So much as changed since then. She is dating another boy, and I hardly talk to her anymore. I examine the necklace around her neck. I gave it to her for her birthday, when we broke up, she gave it back. I wear it everyday, just to remember her. I turn on some music, and lay my head back. I silently think to myself…...

My life sucks.