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But not on closer inspection. His cuts were only superficial. They hadn’t bled much and he’d made it a point to smear it all over himself where it was the most advantageous to being seen. I’d known girls in high school who were cutters and they’d cut deeper than that if the vending machine gave them Coke instead of Pepsi. I could cut someone deeper and with more purpose with my fingernails. I’d still be calling mental health. Protocol. “That wasn’t nice of them and it sounds distracting. ” He looked at me and narrowed his eyes.

And I wondered when I’d get my own shit together. They deserved better than living in their grandparents’ house with a mom they hardly ever saw. The little one had told me she wanted to go live with her dad because there was more room and she missed him. I said yes and when she asked me if I was upset, I said no. I told her I’d miss her, but it was okay. Then I’d gone to take a shower and I bawled until the hot water ran out. My oldest’s eyes popped open and she still looked like Boo from Monsters Inc.

It’s just talking. ” I personally thought he was full of shit. Sounds callous, right? But not on closer inspection. His cuts were only superficial. They hadn’t bled much and he’d made it a point to smear it all over himself where it was the most advantageous to being seen. I’d known girls in high school who were cutters and they’d cut deeper than that if the vending machine gave them Coke instead of Pepsi. I could cut someone deeper and with more purpose with my fingernails. I’d still be calling mental health.

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