Today was great, I got home happy and mum had made some good food and I was really happy and so on... I went up to the computer and found an e-mail from my friend filled with goodies and as I sat here trying to study, I put on some make-up beacue I was bored and then Frank tweeted (and my whole timeline gets raped, lol) and somehow when I read the name Frank Iero I began to cry, still not sure why. I feel really empty right now and I did something I've told myself that I'd never ever do again. It's just that I can controll the physical pain but not the mental pain. Hope that my mum won't notice and I'll have to wear long sleeves tomorrow.
Things are under controll, I know that you'll think I'm really fucked up but I promise it won't happen again! Oh, and how are you gonna know I'll keep that promise, well, I'm not sure I will though.
I hope noone will find this and go like "You fucking emo" fisrt of all emo is a lable and lables are for soup cans and second of all: This blog is my diary, I write what I want.
Please don't hate me!
Alright.
Tomorrow I will be off to the hairdresser and dye it red and cut it off. (I shouldn't be using the word cut.)
It will be the mistake of my life or the best thing I've ever done.
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