Loads of homework and stress. I fucking hate school with a passion. I think it's impossible to try to quit cutting. Once you do it you can't stop. I love it. Everything about it. I tried popping a rubber band on my wrist to not think about it. All it did was create huge welps down my forearm and make me think about it more. There's no getting rid of it. It's my bestfriend and is staying with me forever. I should probably try to quit again... maybe it'll last longer this time.

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I'm Just Done.
RandomNot really a story. Just writing random things that I think about.