Misswd

May 25, 2013 I broke down crying in my room about six or seven times today. I spent a little more than an hour fondling with the plastic of a pencil sharpener trying to get the razor out. I had scissors and everything you could imagine. Sitting in my closet hacking away at the plastic for an hour. I had tried to unscrew the screw but it was too tight so I had to do it the hard way. I got most of the plastic covering the razor. I was so certain I wanted to cut myself with it. Except when I pressed it up against my skin about to drag it across. I immediately lifted it up and put it away. Not now. Not ever. Do I want to resort to using a razor t