With the exception of picking scabs from the cuts, i've done well for the last two or three days. Last night, in my drunken state of lowered inhibition, I told my best friend that I had started cutting again (the last time she knows of was the first time I did, ~6 years ago). She vowed not to get mad before I told her so she didn't say anything at all and later said she was going to try to forget about it. Likely we won't talk about it anymore, but I'm glad that I told her because I don't like keeping secrets from her.