I went 2 whole weeks without cutting apart my skin. I was so proud of myself. After going a week straight of tearing apart my arms they needed a break for good. But tonight I gave in. I got pushed over the edge. School is just too much to handle. And then my family isnt going that great. I just cant take it. So I cut 4 times... which isnt as bad as my record of 26 times in one night. I just wanted to keep cutting tho... like its not good enough. It doesnt take the pain away. Now I'm just filled with hollow pain. And it hurts so badly.
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