I haven't really been depressed or anything for these past couple of months. Quite the opposite, in fact, I've been loving life. I don't feel like I have any valid reason this time to do it, except for the sake of doing it simply because I want it. I don't want to want it.
And I know I should, but I don't want to throw away that razor either. Having it there is a comfort. If I ever fall back into that depression again, I guess I'll have something to keep me company.
But I think deep down, I really want to be able to deal with these negative emotions in a way that doesn't involve...hurting myself. I don't think I'm ready to throw it away just yet...