were going to family counseling but that's not enough. After family counseling all I wanted to do was get high. My brother is addicted to xanex and marijuana and it seems like I'm on the same path with marijuana. So I ended up in handcuffs and I had to explain the cuts on my wrists. He's the one that deserves to be in handcuffs. Or maybe I do? I dont' know. I need something to pull me out of thsi. I can't be here anymore. I love cutting. It's so addicting. It cures everything. It cures me when I'm afraid to relapse.
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