So

staying home (or more just being home alone, like every time my family leaves I get the feeling) gives me the urge to cut again. I haven't even thought about it in months, but lately I just feel like devouring myself. 

I won't. I can't. I'm not able to hide it from everyone, and he wouldn't tolerate that sort of shit. He'd be gone.  And losing him is the last thing I intend to do.

And no one bothered to think of me for Canada Day celebrations. I get to stay home with my parents and listen to the idiots across the street with their fire crackers. woo.