I was going to tell him that I had hurt myself on Monday.

instead I cried into his shirt.

He went out to a gig while I stayed in to write my paper.

I was about to scrape my arm with a paper clip, but I heard the door open.

so no harm done.

(get it! ha ha ha! see I’m depressed and I’m losing self control about doing those things that get you put away. but the phrase “no harm done” is used in innocuous situations everyday! gawd I’m twisted)

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