+ 27 = 517

I needed to talk today and steve didn't want to hear a thing. He was "too tired". I just needed to talk, about anything really, but he said no and hung up. I cried again, and the went for a razor. I cut 27 times. Sinse augest of 07, I have cut my body 517 times. God how sick is that. Steve text me last night and told me he cut himself, for the first time. And when he told me my heart sank, I didn't want him to slip into the same trap I had fallen into so many years ago. It hurt.