Yesterday I had organised to meet up with Georgie. I was very anxious about seeing her again after so long. I went to my hiding place under my bed to hold the stanley knife I found. I wasn't gonna cut, I just wanted to know it was there. But they weren't. I went downstairs and all the kitchen knives, scissors and even the key to the garage are gone. So obviously they found them but instead of coming to me and talking to me they've just locked everything up. It couldn't have come at a worse time, I was giving it up. Now I'm so angry and annoyed that all I can think about it cutting. I can't even cook anything or shave!
So I brought new blades and razors and I'll cut tonight just to prove to them that they can't stop me.
In other news, I asked Poppy to be my girlfriend and she said yes. She's coming round tomorrow for pizza and a movie.
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My Journey To Normality (Part 1)
Short Story?This is a story based on true events about someone who is on their journey to recovery from mental illness. Their questioning of gender and sexuality. Going through relationships and break ups. Just an all about coming of age story of a person that...
