The only reason I didn't cut today is because I can't find the razor I took from my dad's work...
And I trashed all my other ones, I don't even remember when.
Fuck, guys, seriously, I don't know what's wrong.
I don't like this, I don't like that I can't do what I want to do because I can't let people find out.
Nobody can know, they'll think bad things.
They'll talk, talk about me.
Lesson learned today?
Cut is triggering.