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All that I have found in reason, is reason just to not believe ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm coming undone I cut myself again last night. Well, they were more like scratches really. Four nice little lines on my arm. Why do I insist on doing this? I was just lying in bed, trying to sleep and thinking about all the shit that's been going on with school, with my friends, with my car, and before I knew it I was thinking 'Just one little cut. That's all it will take to help you feel better and fall asleep. Just one little cut.' And of course once I get the idea into my head nothing can make it go away except talking to someone or actually cutting. It was, like, 2 in the morning so I didn't want to call anyone, and the three girls I live with don't know. I thought about calling the number that my old RD gave me, but decided not to because I don't really want all of that to start up again. So I got a razor, went to the bathroom downstairs in the lobby and cut. It's like it's a game, and I'm daring someone to catch me. For maybe the first time in my life, I don't want to play anymore. 9:08 p.m. - 2006-09-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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