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Back in September 2004 I started to cut myself. Every time I did I would just want the blood to come. Once my dad walked in on me while I was cutting, and all I did was give him the silent treatment when he asked why I did that. He doesn't understand that his wife (my step mom) is the problem. She's trying to make my dad not want to be near his family. I wish she would leave. |
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Anyway, I asked my dad a few weeks later if he could take all the sharp instruments and hide them. Well, on January 1 I was watching a marathon; and after it I decided to cut myself. I found a pair of scissors right out in the open.
I haven't cut myself since that night. If anybody decides to cut themselves, don't! I still have the scars on my arm to show what I went through.
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