Dear Me?,

My name is Christine, And this is me? I never wanted to be this. I never wanted to be afraid to tell people my feelings. I never wanted to be afraid to go to sleep, bucuz I might dream about my past. I never Wanted to be afriad to have someone care for me. I never wanted them to touch me. I never wanted to get high. I never wanna get high again. But i was just a kid. It could not have been my fault? I never wanted to be Addicted, To a blade of all things. Why not chocolate or something? I never wanted to have scares, But there are soo many of them now, you dunno where it starts or ends, But I now, I know, I can never where short sleeves again. I never wanna touch a blade again, or any sharp thing. But I know I will.
And I cry at night. All the time. Becuz of things I think of. How i know my friends are going to screw me over, but i put it in the back of my mind, and i cry becuz i'm stupid like that, like i don't wanna believe things. And the first person that wants to get close to me, i push away. the one person i can laugh with untill i cry, i pushed away. The first person that cares about me, I pushed away.
Mickey, I'm sorry I pushed you away, I love you, But my name is Christine, And for now, This is me.