So my school’s bookstore sells exacto’s …
they also sell indivdual blades … So I got a new exacto.
Tonight should be interesting…
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they also sell indivdual blades … So I got a new exacto.
Tonight should be interesting…
Not even to cut. I just need blades near me. Not having blades freaked me out way too much. I thought I could handle not having blades. I was wrong.
That awkwad moment when you tried for a good hour or so to find something sharp enough to cut yourself with and failed, but an hour or so later, you managed to skin/cut your knee on accident by some mysterious object.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
My back up is way too dull … I don’t want to take apart my new razor … I don’t have anything else. I cannot use scissors … those don’t shit.
Why the fuck did I throw out my blades …
UGH … My skin is burning now. Fuck. Need a release.
I just can’t handle it anymore.
I wish I had my usual device … I’m going to have to use my back up’s.
I wish I could cry but I can’t do that either.
*sigh*
Mess. Such a mess.
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