I don't feel like stopping it anymore.

I want to do it again. But still I don't know ... I can't.

Crud, I need it. I'm too stressed to deal without it.

I scratched yesterday, nothing to leave a scar (in any way) but I wasn't looking for the pain. It was my unconcious anxiety driven response again. Christina gets anxious, and I scratch.

Spent 10 or so minutes with my hands under hot water. Needing to come clean, stop my brain from getting after me about cutting.

I want to. I want to. I'm stupid.