My dad saw my scars this morning. He wasn't pissed off or anything, he just asked simple questions like "how long? what do u use? give it to me."etc.
so now I have to go see a psychologist. hey, maybe while I'm there I can learn about it so I'm better off when I become one. :D
I don't think that he bought it when I told him I used a knife and then gave him this shabby old crappy knife. Whatever, I still have my razors, if he wants them he can go and find them.
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1 comment:
I'm proud of you. And glad that your dad cares.
But if you don't want to see a psychologist, I can tell you how to get out of it.
If so (because I think you need to but at the same time I think you're smarter than cutting and psychologists), call me...
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