damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Talking 2 I talked to someone today. I finally sat down and talked to someone, and we talked for hours. Four hours to be exact. It felt good to Tell someone how I feel and to get some feed back. I don't feel so alone now. He made me feel better then I have for a while now. And gave me advise on how to get feeling better about myself. He says I need to build my self-confidance. That I need to start seeing the good in myself. And I will try to work on that. I showed him what I have been doing to myself. The way he touched the cuts, it was so soft, I could tell he was trying to make sure that he didn't hurt me, but the very tenderness of his touch, hurt me in my heart. I haven't known such tenderness for a long, long time. I gave him my razors. Both of them out of my day planner. I hope I can heal myself now. I hope I can climb out of this tunnel. I believe I can. The guy I talked to is the co-worker from the prevous entry. I can't remember if I have given him a name yet, but if I haven't I will next time I write about him. 1:18 a.m. - 06-19-2001 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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