It hurts like when I started.
Tonight, I calmed myself down. With my razor.
I'm a weak child.
Let's just say it.
WEAK FUCKING CHILD.
I'm kinda disappointed, but not really.
Cassie was my reason to not do it and when that NEED to do it hit hard...she wasn't there. I love this bitch and she can't talk me out of cutting? To think, we were "BFF"s at one time...
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