I cut in my normal spot on Thursday night. I cut my wrist with the blade from the leg shaver yesterday. I used my razor blade to cut my wrist a little more (i made sure to cut lightly, i desperately wanted to cut more but I don't have time to be admitted to the ER anytime soon). Today I took a bunch of finger stick needles from work thinking it would last me through the week, but i've already used them all and i've only been off three hours. Then I bought more leg shavers this afternoon to cut my wrist some more today. Now i'm home for the night with my regular razor blades and the needles that I took apart from the finger stickers - i'm just trying to make it to T tomorrow. But I don't really want to tell her what i've done. I've been crying or wanting to cry since Friday. What the fudge is wrong with me.