it's almost been 2 months since my mom found out that i cut. since then, i haven't done anything to intentionally harm myself. i've actually improved some, in my mind. i'm eating more...and that's good. my little ways of proving to myself that what my T said was wrong.

everything's been pretty much okay...until last night. i slipped up. i feel so bad about it. but it's nothing really, just a few scratches. just thinking of it now disgusts me b/c of the rush and the feeling of relief it gave me.

so instead of doing more damage, i console with you. thanks for listening. there's other people around that deserve more help than me. well...now i'll go back to hiding in my long sleeves and pants. if only it wasn't 97 degrees outside. sucks to live in texas.

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines
-Steve McCroskey