*uncurls from ball and sniffels*
My mom found my "tools" for a second time (I stoped but relapsed) and freaked

. I had to go to my school counselor to get "help". The counselor said that if I don't get better soon I will have to go to halifax hospital to "get better" for a while. I'm scared that I won't be able to stop when they want me to. I can't just stop and I hate it that they don't understand.
*cries*