I am an only child and I still go to school, there is no way to escape my family. Also, I live in a country where psychology is not supported, no hope of getting a T, not that I want one anyway.

I have relapsed in the past, but I was in denial all those times... this time I actually see the truth, that what I'm doing is bad... On midnight of New Year's Eve, I made a resolution to not hurt myself, and I broke that last week, so naturally I was very disappointed in myself.

I didn't cut last night though, so I have actually felt better today! But still... I feel terrible every time I see my scars.