I cut again. I hadn't SI for a long time. a year and a half. I cut last night and felt like I couldn't stop. Then tonight I wanted to again. I stood there holding the scissors and knew I shouldn't do it. Watched myself do it though. I just chose not to fight the urge. I am so tired of fighting. I feel bad for doing it. I don't want to be a f*** up again either.
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