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March 1st Is National Self-Injury Awareness Day.

Does that really mean anything? If so, what? I mean, I am quite aware of the fact that I have and continue to self-injure. Maybe I can wear some special jewelry for the event? Perhaps a specially colored bracelet? Or a t-shirt with "Fuck the State, Self-Mutilate!" emblazoned on it?

Fucking Fuck Fuck.

I am feeling hatred and anger and had I a therapist, I'm sure she'd be glad to know I am able to so clearly express it.

Tee Hee!

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Later...
I found the credo:

"We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, students, and business owners. We have depression, DID, PTSD, eating disorders, borderline personalities, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some were not. We are straight, BI, and gay. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every single race or religion that you can possibly think of. Our common link is this:
"We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks."
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Fine. Just fine. But can't I be a freak just the same? Please?

I can't stop laughing about this. I might really be cracking up.


And Her Mind Went Blank.