DurAnorak (duranorak) wrote,

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Well, shit.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.
My mother finally asked about the cuts on my arm. She begged and begged me to tell her.
So, in the end, I did.

It's now anybody's guess whether I'll be allowed to see any of you again, after this weekend.

Anyone who'd like to send me heartening text messages or something will be loved a little more.
I'm in lots of pain just now.

Apparently I just downgraded in my mother's eyes from "problem child" to "abomination".



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