When I cut I felt addicted to the pain, the rush, the blood...the whole experience. However I haven't hurt myself in over three years. I stopped for my husband, then fiance. I promised him that I would not do it anymore. And I have stayed true to my word.
But...BUT...I still want to do it.

And I think on how when someone quits smoking, many people may influence that person's choice, but until the smoker decides to do it for himself, the habit isn't completely snuffed out...

So, I have been thinking why shouldn't I start up again? I am not ready to stop. But I know I won't. I made that stupid promise...
And I am going to keep the d**n thing.