It has been months since the last time I cut. I have no idea for sure how long its been. I just got the sudden urge to take a knife and cut from the top of my arm to the bottom. Wish I didn't feel this way. I was doing so good. My boyfriend recently told me how proud he is of me. I know how I would feel if he relapsed on drugs again and yet I don't really care about how sad he would be if I did this. Something is seriously wrong with me. Sorry for rambling.
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