I'm afraid... I can't seem to stop myself from making those little scratches. My boyfriend caught me a few weeks ago and how did I thank him? I moved out...I told him I was going to a hospital for depression and wouldn't be able to contact anyone until I'd been in for 14 days. That was 12 days ago. I feel terrible for leaving there, especially since I know he was being over-watchful to "protect" me from myself. I've been staying with my ex...he didn't want me on the streets...he's never done anything to keep me from my self-destructive behavior, but it was a "safe" place to go. I long to go back home, and it makes things worse...the thought of facing the only person that's ever cared enough to even offer to help me stop. The more I think of it, the more I get the urge...can't stop thinking of it...and I know before the day is over I'll have fresh marks, for they ease the pain I feel inside...