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So today I'm sitting in history class. I'm not paying attention. I never pay attention anymore. Fuck school. Any way.... so I'm sitting in class and I'm staring at this girl's bracelet because it is SO pretty when I see a line. I think it's just her skin creasing when she moves around her wrist, but then I see another one. It was a cut. They both were cuts. She caught me staring and got all strange after that which only confirmed my suspicion.
Then I cut school with my best friend and we bought bouncy balls at Duane Reade and bounced them in the park because we're fucking five years old and we sit down and she keeps trying to talk to me about my self harm. I hate it when she beats around the bush so I forced her to say it as direct as possible and she goes, "You do not mountain bike," no shit Sherlock. Then we talked about another girl who self harmed in our class and was sent away. According to the girl who was sent away, there are five kids who cut in our grade. Including me, I'm number six.
So there's me, my bestie, the girl in history, the girl who got sent away... two others. There are two other cutters in my grade. I will find them.
On a different note the date for my first therapy session where I intend to be honest in over a year is scheduled for monday. Holly shit I'm so fucking nervous. Please excuse my language  I'm having one of those days where I could kill everyone and since I'm trying not to cut, I've been screaming cusses all day.