I took a huge leap back last night... I haven't cut myself in over 3 years (I view it as an addiction) and mygirlfriend and I had a very bad, hateful fight, with her implying that I should have tried harder at my suicide attempts when I was 16. I stormed out of the house, found a beer bottle, broke it, and gave myself a good gash across my arm in hopes that I would go to sleep and bleed out. Obviously that didn't happen. But I'm still struggling today. I feel like a total faliure. Over 3 years down the drain...