As of now, I'm wondering if I really do want to stop. Eventually, I should feel better; I always do, and I won't want to cut for a while, and I may or may not want to later. In a way, it's kind of beautiful--the whole ebb and flow of things, if that makes any sense. But maybe I'm just rationalizing. I don't know. I don't know if I really want to do anything about it anymore. Every time I try to think about it, I end up going in circles and just confusing myself. Maybe I'm supposed to feel numb. Maybe simply accepting it and cutting occasionally, only when I need it, is better than the trouble that comes with trying to fix it. I just don't know. I just need to figure this out...