3 years and not a single relapse of this kind until last night...I dunno, but something snapped in me...
You know what I realized though...I never stopped hurting myself, even when I thought I was happy....all of the hair pulling, and punching things as hard as I could get, and the games of bloody knuckles, and banging my head into things....just cuz it wasn't with a razor blade doesn't mean it wasn't meant to hurt....*sigh*
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8 years, and we're still friends.
and today, we're best friends :)
i'm coming home friday. i'll call you when i get there.
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You know what I realized though...I never stopped hurting myself, even when I thought I was happy....all of the hair pulling, and punching things as hard as I could get, and the games of bloody knuckles, and banging my head into things....just cuz it wasn't with a razor blade doesn't mean it wasn't meant to hurt....*sigh*
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