Rather..

Tomorrow I am four weeks.. a whole month, clean.
Before I lost the girl I loved, I had managed to go almost a whole year without cutting, but after that, I'd never come anywhere near going a whole four week period without hurting myself, so I cannot deny I am proud of myself. I have felt sad sometimes during this time, but I haven't hurt myself, and I cannot say how happy I am that I have reached this milestone - here's to many more weeks clean.

Anyways, now we have gotten over that, let me talk about my recent worry. I started arguing with a friend of mine, Bianca, today. I got angry that we hardly speak anymore, and she said that I make everything about myself.
And you know, I do, don't I?
Everything. I make it all about me.

If someone I care about is going through something, I'll use an experience of my own to try and explain things, or if someone is having a problem, I'll say something like "If you think that's bad, this is what happened to me..". I spend all my time online, blogging and complaining about my little mess of a life. And I'm sorry.

It'll drive everyone away in the end.. but honestly, how else do I get things out? Do you want me to cut it out, rather than complain it out? You know, as much as it annoys and angers people to see me complaining, and making out that I'm a victim of a 'tragic and torturous life', I'd rather complain than have more scars. I really would.