The Remedy

My boss and I are remarkably similar and it's a little freaky. We were talking randomly about something today... I can't remember why or what led onto the topics about babies, but it did. She said that she wanted to have all of her kids before she was thirty, and she started at 25 (which is the freaky part, because that is when I want to have kids... I don't want to wait until I'm thirty).
 But that isn't what this Journal entry is about.

I was going to write synthetic words that mean nothing now... well... they do still mean everything, but it's not like anyone would want to hear them anyway. The words are unoriginal, and shockingly cliche. Everything I am about to say has all said before in one form or another. Tom pointed it out to me, he shoved it all back in my face. Which is something you are not supposed to do to something like me.

What he threw back in my face was the fact that everyone feels the same way I do at some point in their lives (I know this, I'm not dumb), He knows that I am having the hardest time to keep from cutting my skin into oblivion because I have to kill the thoughts of killing myself by bleeding a little at a time. My self control is astounding to me, even though it's getting very hard. I haven't cut in the longest time, although I did little nicks on my knuckle in the shower recently, which resulting in my knuckle being itchy... D:
 It is a day to day process until we can get me the things I need. I am trying so hard, but it gets even harder when he downplays it so much. It's like he doesn't believe me, after he said he did.

It just makes me wonder if anyone believes me, or would believe me....
Do you believe me?