It's dangerous. That's how I slip - I decide that I just need to hold my knife, and I get it and lock the bathroom door and curl up in a ball in my spot underneath the counter. I might think that all I need is to hold the knife. But then I want more, and start thinking it's not such a big deal. The next time I find myself hiding under the bathroom counter with a knife, T said that I could call her. At that point, I'm not sure that I would care, but I hope that I will be able to remember.

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