Why is the only thing I find safety in is a razor? I've been having a rather hard time lately with my paranoia. The thought of having someone holding my hand or hugging me or anything that has to do with human contact does not seem safe to me...it doesn't even feel safe...but just holding that razor is the safest feeling in the world to me. I'm sure I'm alone in all this...that's how it usually goes. More than half the time I can only relate to myself...so I don't even know why I'm posting this.

I don't usually carry a razor with me, but as of recently I have started keeping one in my purse, on my bedstand, and a few other places. I am never without a razor anymore. It's just not safe enough to be without one.

I guess I'll deal with this stuff on my own anyways.