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I cut myself the other day to keep from killing myself. I figured a bloody drawing in my leg is safer than death. Plus I know that this depression is only temporary. But I told my 'significant other' and he wigged out on me. Told me that if he catches me doing it again he'll leave me. He kept telling me that I'm not normal and that I'm starting to scare him. Fuck... I already know I'm not normal, that's what I go to a doctor for. I hope I get better before I fuck everything up. This time I'm on the right track. I have a good family, a great son, on my way to my master's degree... I don't want to fuck this up like I do everything else.