I want to cut so bad that my skin itched. My daughter really made me urgy. I stayed in bed today, but then that was the plan. I was very good - didn't take anything. Okay, so I drank a little. Geez, okay, a lot, but it helps me sleep. I really want to cut. The feelings makes me feel shame. My body stores up the urge for days then when I am alone with my thoughts, the bubble burst and the urge is overwhelming. The cutting is bad then, but I am trying not to anymore. Theraphy didn't work, so I am trying to stop on my own. Rambling. . .
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