Siting in silence doesn't mean anything. Cutting myself has nothing to deal with it. Life is life. We live it, we love it, but most of all we learn from it. I have too many broken hearts to count. I have drunk myself till I could not sit up straight. I have smoked till I have filled up a bathroom. I have cut myself till my arm was filled with scars. I have stayed up all night till I couldn't take it anymore. I have cried till I had no more tears to cry. I have screamed till I have lost my voice and then I still tried to scream more. I have talked till I had nothing to talk about. I have fucked up till I don't know what to do. I have had tried to commit suicide so many times I have lost count. I don't have a perfect life, I never have. I don't always make the right dissension, but who does. I have yelled, screamed, and hit people that I have loved. I have cheated on a guy more than once. I'm not Ms. Perfect and it makes me sad because I'm not even close.