"It's Growing Inside of Me"

That last post is now a lie.

I cut last night. I cut and I didn't care. Still don't.

I want to cut again, right now. I can mentally mane a list of every semi-sharp object on my body right now, one of which is a safety pin.

I won't do it right now because I'm surrounded by people. But what's interesting is that these people make me feel worse.

I also made a promise that I wouldn't cut, so there's that...

So, yeah, I'm a cutter. Have been for 5 years now. And that's that.