Ever since my counselor started the bag thing all she’s been doing is placing blame. Today I got blamed for being sneaky for having scissors in my pocket. SCISSORS. what the fuck am I gonna do with scissors? I’ve tried cutting myself before with them and it’s not like that worked. I like the cuts that give me keloids, not the ones that make it look like I have arm hair. I tried telling her I had cleaned out my bag and put it in my pocket but she kept cutting me off and talking over me. She brought up that I “brought a weapon to school” as if I haven’t been using it since the start of the fucking school year. Like I’m sorry I’m not so paranoid that I think of scissors as a weapon. I was having such a good fucking day too after the shitty weekend I had. I literally only used the scissors ONCE today and it was to cut a piece of paper for my art, yet she says there is no reason why i should have scissors in the first place, and gives me a 10 minute yap session for it. Fuck you.