I was alone... I found a knife I wasn't expecting to find. switchblade, left by the person who beat me up a few months ago. I've already gotten rid of all the alcohol, all the knives, all the blades, all the scissors, etc in my house, except for some butter knives to eat with. I avoid anything I've used before... including little things nobody except somebody like me would think about. Things that "normal" people would never think of as a threat. The bad thing about finding the knife was that I didn't want to give it up. In fact it took 14 hrs for me to tell someone. And I thought about it all day. I wanted to use it. Scaring myself to death because I still do. I'm tired of this.
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