I think I’m officially invisible. I used a rubber band instead of self harming when I was out with my band mates. No one noticed anything. They didn’t notice anything. They were so absorbed in their own little worlds that I could have been bright blue and doing cartwheels around them and they wouldn’t have noticed anything. I am officially invisible. I love being anonymous, because no one will notice anything, but when I’m with people I’m close to or I care about, being anonymous can be a major pain in the rear. I think I need to see a shrink. But I’m not telling my mother anything. She’ll blow everything out of proportions and do God knows what. tangent: sorry.