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We all love finding someone awesome to swap fluids and hang out with on an exclusive level. Love’s the shit if you can find it. But even in a great relationship, the grass can sometimes look greener.

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I still remember the voices in my head when the razorblade, gripped in my hand, hovered over my left wrist. Useless. Trash. You can’t do anything right. Failure. Nobody likes you.

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And maybe we don’t do ourselves any favors by trying to hold onto what we think we know. Because what we think we know is also always changing too.

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I remember feeling like no one would ever hurt me—certainly not after we laid in bed together and circled each other’s stomachs with our fingertips, and ordered delivery food and made up inside jokes before we fell asleep!