Beyond heartless
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Why must people think I do it all for attention? I mean I'm 14. I don't need attention for cuts on my arms. Why would I want that? It's not like I can stop. If I asked a drug addict to stop do you think they would? Chances are they won't. So why should I? It's a for of self expression, I'm sharing my emotions. May not be the way you want it to be. But why does it matter? My mother always told me to worry about myself, I think people should really take her advice. Even If she is 33 a pot head, alcoholic, no car, no job, and married to an asshole with the same problems as her. I can tell you one thing, I will not be following in her foot steps.
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