Yup, it had been four months, until Saturday.
Then I gave in.

And I've done it twice since.
My arm is sort of a mess, and I wasn't careful to do it high enough that I could cover it with a shirt sleeve...I have no idea what I was thinking.

I'm scared the most of what could happen if someone notices. I'm terrible with people anyway...let alone in a situation such as the one that this could bring up. It makes me nauseas just thinking about it.

The kicker is that I don't know why I do this. I mean...it gets rid of the anxiety for awhile...but why?

Ah, it's a big mess, it is.

Even posting this is hard. Courage, oy.