Me: I don't even want to cut.
Razor blade: What...? Yeah, you do. You always do. Come on.
Me: No.
Razor blade: I'll make it better. I'll make the anxiety go away.
Me: I'm not.
Razor blade: Why not?
Me: People care about me. My therapist would hate for me to cut.
Razor blade: But your therapist doesn't understand, she doesn't have depression, she doesn't hate herself.
Me: I think that's the point. She's twice my age, she probably knows a little better.
Razor blade: No. The POINT is, you want to cut. And no one else would even care, so it's fine.
Me: My friends care.
Razor blade: No, they don't! Are you friends here with you?
Me:
Razor blade: You're triggered. You want to cut.
Me: Okay.