Erase myself, and let go of what I've done.

I fucked up that night. So what, don't we all? It was 10:10, and I had just returned from the youth meeting. I decided to jump on my Facebook for a moment. Nervousness had been eating away at me all day. All week, actually. I should have seen it coming. And there it was, the message from one of my best friends. He knew.
Everything rushed at me so quickly I couldn't think. I was too hysterical to try to be logical. The only thought that crossed me: I don't want to exist.
So on Wednesday, January 27, at 10.13 pm I put 32 slashes to myself. I remember the blood. Oh god, the blood everywhere.
Since then I've come a long way. It's been a year, and I'm a completely different person from what I was. There is nothing that's the same. I guess I'm proud of myself for becoming different. A lot of things have happened since that night, and everyday I'm stronger. I'm thankful for everyone that helped me through it.. pretty much helped me get over myself in a sense. That would be my mom, my oldest sister, and Sam. I know he doensn't care to talk to me anymore, but I will always have him to thank. I have things to do now. I have living to do(: