I never thought in all my days that I would try to numb the pain by cutting myself. I always would see teens in hospitals with thier arms cut up so badly and didn't see how they could endure that. I have found a quick and fairly painless way now and what's wierd is that I do it so casually as if in routine when I feel I am on my last breath. This just started last week and almost an addiction because I can't talk to the people in the house, and I tried to communicate to my mom last night and it was a failure and I knew 100 percent it was worthless and she proved me right, that's what prompted the last "slicing". I just got to get some disability so I can get some money for counseling because I need some help and fast.
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