Last night I did something... unheard of to myself. I cut 45 times. All up and down my arms. I didnt know I had even done it until this morning. I saw a paper towel covered in blood. my blood. Im scared of myself. Im just so damned scared. I really just want a female... a comforting female to listen to my troubles and let me curl in their lap until the world stops kicking my ass. mew!
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