H is taking all my blades off me tomorrow. She told me I have to promise to give them all up.
So what about my brand new one from my eyeliner pencil sharpener?
It's shiny and new and so so sharp, and I'm terrified to give it up.
So much so that I've turned the house upside down looking for another pencil sharpener so I can give her that blade, because she knows I have a pencil sharpener blade.
And I seem so freaking obsessed right here, even though this morning I did try to make it clear that I wasn't planning anything but I just want the option- I feel like I'll go insane without it.
I'll probably keep a razor blade, too. But the others I don't mind getting rid of, so long as she doesn't use them herself.
Argh. Why is this shit so stressful?
I need sleep.
But, today I did manage to persuade my friend to try the Butterfly Project. I'll be starting it again tomorrow (SO ironic right?) and yeah.
I attacked my wrist this afternoon because I was fed up and it hurts now.. half regretting it.
BLAH.
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Comment on my post! Please, if you feel as bad as I do (or worse), get help. I'm not a counsellor or therapist, as much as I'd kinda like to be.
pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top-and-a-spooon? kcool. thxbai.