Chapter Seven

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I cut a feather, the feather can now float round free from the bird it was once attached to. in other words I cut away my problems, my problems can now float round free from me.

I sort of want to see a thearapist but then I think it will be pointless.

My friend Ted just came to see me at 11pm because I needed to talk to her :) she is the best, she knows what to say to me unlike mum, mum doesnt understand the urge that you get to cut she doesnt know how seeing a blade makes you want to slice it on your leg. Mum will ask me tomorrow and I will have to tell her I am not looking foward to it at all. She will just get angry at me and she will be even more dissapointed.

Good night everyone.....

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