Had to post. Fed the cats and then grabbed knife. I started scratching but I needed to do it harder to feel release but stopped my self before i did damage. I am allowing myself to cry but have to wipe my tears and suck it up. My sis is waiting for me to help her with her baby. She has the flu and I shouldve been there hours ago.
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