Thought I was done with this bs. That's if you discount occasionally trying to knock myself unconcious with painkillers, ripping out my hair, banging my head and refusing to eat (coz I deserve to suffer).
Cut my arm lastnight, a good couple of times, nothing serious tho, it always heals and the scars always fade, guess I've got my mom to 'thank' for that, sharp knives freak her out (my brother was stabbed to death) but I found a really nice pair of scissors, and this after a full year of either not having strong urges or ignoring them.
Not even attempting to hide it. What's the point. Idk why I'm posting, feel free to ignore it.