Isn't it Odd?

I sort of got a sick kick out of some of the texts I exchanged with my BF. Today I was home alone for a bit and my depression started to overwhelm me, so I ended up cutting. It was strange, the satisfaction I got from feeling the raised welts and watched the blood drip down my thigh. I almost felt... nostalgic. Odd. Anyway, what did I tell y'all?

So here's a few of the texts (Keep in mind that I have a sister named Anna)

BF: Whats up with you
Me: Just visiting with an old friend of Ana's
       We used to be really close
BF: Ahh what happened
Me: She just hurt me one too many times
BF: Ahh then why are you seeing her now
Me: I dunno, there's just something about her that draws to me
BF: Hmm ok. What yall doing
Me: She left. She might come back soon tho
       She's always texting and talking to me
BF: Lol do you mind it or is it annoying
Me: It's annoying at times. But i can't just make her leave
BF: Lol yes you can
Me: You don't understand. It's almost like she is a part of me, i have known her for so long
BF: Ah ok. But you dont like her
Me: I hate her
BF: Then this shouldnt be hard
Me: But it is

<3 Wren