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In my family, we don't handle emotions well. We all use coping mechanisms. And then we mock each other for it, they look down on everyone for being so weak as they indulge in their addictions behind their backs. My aunt used to rub her skin raw, my sister burns herself, my parents got into as many fights as they could (with themselves, but mostly with strangers. They liked getting ****** Making other people bleed.) So what if I wash my hands more than normal, or ********** a certain number of times, or thrum my fingers to beats of three when I'm nervous, or try to bleed out my problems, or bruise myself, or starve myself. It's just another way to live.
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Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
Cope
In my family, we don't handle emotions well. We all use coping mechanisms. And then we mock each other for it, they look down on everyone for being so weak as they indulge in their addictions behind their backs. My aunt used to rub her skin raw, my sister burns herself, my parents got into as many fights as they could (with themselves, but mostly with strangers. They liked getting ****** Making other people bleed.) So what if I wash my hands more than normal, or ********** a certain number of times, or thrum my fingers to beats of three when I'm nervous, or try to bleed out my problems, or bruise myself, or starve myself. It's just another way to live.
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Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
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