swallow.

[aravelle]

 You know, I'd love the safety of carrying a pocketknife on me, but I don't trust myself with one. I really don't.

I remember the one time I said this, a boy joked "Why? Cuz you're worried about killing idiots?"

And all I could do was sit there silently and try not to cry. 

It has nothing to do with killing idiots. It has to do with killing me.

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[notherenow]

*offers hugs*

I know that feel. I'm still not completely out of the woods yet. I'm better than I was a few months ago, but it's still hard.