I need someone who’ll make sure I don’t get my hands on elastic bands unless I need them. If I do end up with one around my wrist or a hair elastic I need someone who’ll carefully slip it off my arm when I’m busy or napping before I do something stupid.

I need someone who’ll ask about the reason for my sudden love of long sleeve tops and sweaters. If my arms are still unblemished by dried blood and nail marks. That would be stupid.

I need someone who’ll remind me to cut my nails when they get too long. So even my unconscious habits die quickly before I manage to make it bad again.

I don’t need them to save me.

I just need them to remind me that some things are bad.

And that I need to stop.