It's one of those factors that aid you in thinking that you aren't going completely fucking insane.
Life is such a fucking bitch.
I showed F my cuts tonight. The small ones on the arm that seem like nothing to me but upset him enough to the point that he told me another episode of my cutting would result in him not talking to me for a week. That's like telling a heroin addict that you are gonna take their stash from them for only a week. I'm almost pissed that he made me promise him that. It was stupid too that he showed me his freshly bought condom that was stashed away in his wallet.