Well, its been months. I had gotten rid of all my razors. I just couldn't take the stress and all the crap I've been dealing with recently. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm so f'ing weak. I tried writing. I tried talking online. I tried my rubber bands. And I tried calling my therapist, who has yet to call me back. I just wanted some relief. So the other day I bought a pack of razors and tonight I cut. It's been 17 years of trying to deal with self-harming. It's just never gonna stop is it?
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