A lot of things have happened. My boyfriend found out that I was cutting, and we talked about it. The same night his dad walked by and wanted to talk to me. We spent two hours talking about it and he helped me define how I was going to live. I left feeling better and llike god could actually hear me. The next day I went to my mentor's house and I gave her both of my razors. She told me I didnt have to and she wouldnt judge me if I did, but I had to chose when I was going to get rid of this. Was I going to have my endless nights of longing for my razor now or later? I managed to get through the night. The next day, however, my boyfriend and I decided that it would be best for us to not be in a relationship right now. It sounds pathetic, but I freaked out. My heart was in shock. I didnt know what to do or what to say so when I left his house, I went straight to the store and got some more razors and I released all of the anger I was feeling on my arm. So now im back in square one, but its worse. He wants to still be there for me, but Im too pissed off at him to let him in. All he wants to do is talk about how I can get better. I just want to keep this addiction to myself. If I would've had it my way, he never would have found out. I jever wear shoes, and now that I am he thinks ive cut my feet up. The whole situation just pisses me off and I dont want to deal with this until I'm ready. He just doesnt get that.