i relapsed. i sliced my chest until i ran out of room so i moved up towards my collarbones a little. we're shopping for dresses for my cousin's wedding, and my mom's making me try a million different dresses -- mostly strapless ones. she's going to see them, and i'm going to cry in the middle of the store. i know it's cliche -- boohoo, all teenagers are moody, grow up. i know. i know it's all in my head. but i have nothing. the only reason i didn't go through with my suicide is that i don't want my parents to be sad. i'm sorry.