I just got back from a wonderful date, and even though my parents, who were chaperoning, saw us kissing and cuddling and said they didn't approve and told me not to do it in the future, they didn't really blow up about it or use their 'super serious "you're-in-trouble" voices. In fact, they said that they accept the fact that he's my boyfriend (probably partially because he acted very gentlemanly.)
My question is why, after all of these relatively good things, can I not stop fantasizing about cutting myself? It's scaring me, I'm afraid I might actually do it again, but I don't even have an adequate reason to tell people. Is it possible to be addicted to something like this? Even just the thought of it?
My question is why, after all of these relatively good things, can I not stop fantasizing about cutting myself? It's scaring me, I'm afraid I might actually do it again, but I don't even have an adequate reason to tell people. Is it possible to be addicted to something like this? Even just the thought of it?
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