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Well, I talked to my mom about it. She's not too pleased with me. She actually cried for the first time in months. That sucks, man. Cuz the last time I ever saw her cry was six months ago, when our fourteen-year-old cat Sarah died. I haven't posted in a while, have I? Oh well. Anyways, I'm in counseling now. I've got an appointment next Wednesday at three. I hate the Albany Clinic. Every time I go, it's either raining, about ot rain, or it just got done raining. That is just so stupid. And my mom won't believe me when I tell her I'm never gonna do it again. She says that while I may think I'll never do it again, maybe three or four years down the road I might just decide to swipe a knife from the kitchen and start slicing my wrists again. That's not necessarily true, because you never really know when the world's gonna end. It might be in two years. You never know. I might not have time to cut myself again. And while I know that in my head, I don't believe it in my heart. *reads back over what I just wrote* Oh, OK. Anyways -- wait a minute. *reads back over what I just wrote again* Dude, that sounds so much like a movie I saw once. I hate it when your parents don't believe you when you're telling the truth.