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the one i use to cut meat |
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| Written by Diana, on 15-11-2002 01:26 |
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November 15, 2002 (12:26am)
I'm preparing myself for a lecture tomorrow...several. I have to sit in front of Friday partial and tell everyone that I sat at home last night and cut with a serated kitchen knife. The one I use to cut meat. And I have to tell my therapist, who I was supposed to call first. I've created this rule in my head that unlike everyone else in this world, I'm not allowed t talk about myself. I'm not allowed to feel badly. And they ask me why I don't cry, why I don't ask for help. I want to just stay up tonight, look awful for group tomorrow, make this all less of an effort. I don't want to show them the cuts, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to see my therapist.
Last update: 15-11-2002 01:26
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