Well I went a little too far 2day when I cut, I cut too deep. I was there for a good 5 hours I just wanted to get out of there, they didn't think that I was in any imidete danger, I told them I didn't know what happened, *but i did* I told them that I was just really drunk *I wasn't* and had no idea what was going on. I had to get 8 stitches. I was scared! I had never cut that bad in such a long time. I am soo depressed and I am so sick of feeling this way!
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