I feel broken. Dead inside. I'm trying so hard not to cry, because I'm at school. My ex-best friend told me I have too many pity parties. So I will stay strong in front of her. She won't talk to me unless I ask a question, and she's already replaced me. Every day I have to hide the scars and fresh cuts on my arms. It hurts to not have anyone that cares. I'm wallowing and self-pity and it makes me hate myself even more.