My Story
When I was in 8th grade, I read a book about a girl who cut herself using a razor blade. A regular person finds this to be "bad", but when one is heartbroken and lovesick over a boy for two empty years, a solution sounds fantastic. Perhaps you heard it too, the way your worries and unhappiness leaves you with the blood that's dribbling down your wrist. We do this to make ourselves feel better, and then we are at a lost for our words; we don't know what to do. This is why you are here.
Contact Me
I'm a person just like you, and questions, concerns, complaints, insults, etcetera can be sent to bleedingbliss@yahoo.com.
