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[Jul. 20th, 2005|07:01 pm] |
I regret letting my mom tell my sisters the reason I had a breakdown at my therapist's office. At the time I was upset and just didnt give a fuck, but boy do I regret it now. We (my sisters and Sam and I) were talking to my mom about driving drunk, because she has a date on Friday, and she has a tendency to think its ok to drive while intoxicated. And my sister turned it on me.
"Oh but cutting can't kill you," she said. And the whole conversation turn on how I could kill myself with cutting. Not neccissarily by cutting too deep, but by infection or something. That won't happen though because I know how deep to cut and I know how to take care of the cuts afterwords so they dont get infected.
I am tense now. I am upset, but not enough to cry. Frustrated, but not enough to punch a wall or anything. Angry, but not enough to scream. Just tense.
I want to cut. |
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