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Ms. B saw my arms, she tried to make me talk to her but i refued, she told my guidence counselor to watch over me, we had a couple meetings, then she told my mom. I don't want to get help, cutting is my escape, blades are part of my nessecities now, I'd trade in love for the ability to cut. But I don't think i believe in love at all anymore..or maybe if I feel it again I'll think i just forgot what it was like since it's been so long. Well my mom cried and that crushed me..that's love right. But she is making me get outside counceling, which makes me loath her even more, this won't stop me, i can cut other places, i just like the way my arms bleed that's all.
Claire
Claire