2006-12-01 // 4:49 a.m.
Even after therapy, even after hospital visits late at night and crying and feeling so ashamed. . .
I knew I was going to do it again.
It was just a matter of when.
And I know exactly where my emergency razor is. And how I can so easily crack it open when the time would arise.
And then I met him.
And after all that useless 'treatment', I'm realizing that he was the only thing that I really needed to get better.
Because he makes me want to care about myself the way he cares about me.
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