SO this is my life...

Never had that many friends, and than I met Anouk.
This girl, my best friend, gave me hope, but she dissapointed me so in the end, I nearly killed myself.

From then I was depressed. I started to be alone. Didn't have a REAL friend anymore, I was so alone.
I started to cut my own skin open, and it made me really feel better.

While destoying myself, I started to get friends, real friends. But still, I pretended to be happier that I really was.
When they found out about my scars, they started to worry so much about me. Not very strange, because I hardly had skin left..

When they finally got me seeing a psychologist, it really was too late. I tried to kill myself two times, but both times..I failed.
I had to go there twice a week, but still they couldn't help me.

And here I am now, in a mental hospital, for months now, and it will be longer.
I've got friends, I've got a job, but do I have a life?..