I don't think I'm crazy (just yet). But last night when I accidentally burned my hand on the opened oven door, for a second I thought I could understand those people who would inflict pain upon themselves for attention. Well, that's because after I gave out a painful cry, Daddy would come over to take a look, and then he even put some Aquaphor on my poor, burned hand. I'm afraid to say, but I actually felt good about it. It doesn't really hurt at all, I thought. Isn't it scary?
Well, what can I say, I guess I have been quite neglected lately. Daddy has been working too hard. And, I have been working too hard. I need to take good care of myself. Because I'm worth it.
Well, what can I say, I guess I have been quite neglected lately. Daddy has been working too hard. And, I have been working too hard. I need to take good care of myself. Because I'm worth it.
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