hey guys! just a quicky chapie because I am doing this on my tablet, but more coming soon, promise! ;)

Dan looked down at the razor blade in his hand with concentration as he thought about all of the reasons that he did this to himself. He was overly gloomy and emotional and spoiled things for everyone. He was depressed constantly. He was a faggot who was in love with his best friend. He brought the razor down and made five quick clean cuts on his inner arm, basking in the pain. he watched for a moment as the blood beaded on the cuts before he stepped into the shower and watched as the blood turned the water pink and ran down the drain. He didn't even notice that he was crying until a sob wracked his body. He sank to his knees and sat and cried until he had no more tears left to spill. then he stepped out and started applying salve and plasters to his cuts and pulled a jumper on so that no one would see. this was a daily regimen, and when the weather started getting warm, the jumpers made him more and more uncomfortable. but he didn't mind. he deserved it.