I started out strong, and now I am falling apart. I have cut the last 4 out of five nights. I have this overwhelming feeling that it's not wrong. I used to feel bad about it. Now it's the only thing that makes sense. My husband could care less - he knew I was going to cut every one of those nights and went to bed without saying a word. Now he is hateful, and that only makes it worse. I know I can't die from it, and as long as I keep my blade clean (I learned a hard lesson from not) I'm safe. It's the only place I feel safe. If I stay like this, does this mean I shouldn't be here because I'm a bad influence? The people here are my ONLY friends, the ones who never judge me and make me feel loved. I am so confused. Please help.
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