i haven't cut in a week... it's not that long, but at least i have a little bit of confidence and i sort of believe that i can stop. sorta...
i didn't do it every day. i don't get any.. pleasure out of it. it just takes my mind off whatever's bothering me. gives me something else to focus on...
just one week without it has been hard. and this week... there has been quite a few days where i would have cut. but didn't. i cried instead. i wrote songs, i played guitar. talked to friends. but i still felt the need to cut. i just... didn't. when i do cut, i don't use a razor or anything. i use a safety pin. and i make a ton of little scratches on my arm. they don't even bleed usually...
::sigh::... i hate everything.
my awesome friend liz, well her boyfriend broke up with her yesterday. because of me. he likes me more than her. i feel so terrible. i mean, i'm not that great... ::sigh::
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