[Yesterdays]

Till now. I don't know if it counts, I didn't puncture the skin. It didn't bleed. They're just puffy scratches. But you know what's terrible? I'm proud of myself for doing it. And I have no idea why. My world is so much different than when I used to cut. Some would say it's better, but it's so much more confusing for me. I have a social life, I have a few friends. But I'm not sure I want them anymore. I don't know if I can handle it.

All I want to do is see blood, which is sick. The scratches aren't enough. I just want to feel like I used to when I cut. So relieved. I want people to love me, I want them to care. I know there are some people that do. But there's one person that doesn't, and that's the person I want to care the most.

I just want to be happy, not the depressed girl. I want to go back to school so I can talk about this stuff in group (I go to a school for people who have emotional problems). I feel safe there, I feel better there. Sept. 6th can not come fast enough. I need to go back... I need to get away from this house... from myself.

I cut... I can't believe that I cut... I hate myself.

[Indie'sOK]

I don't know if it counts either.....I did the same thing a few days ago, but I haven't really counted it or else my signature wouldn't be what it is. Try not to be so hard on yourself - stuff happens. All you can do is move on from it and try to learn from the experience. This may sound cliche, but it's true. You do have the power to stay clean another day, another month, another year longer. If you fear slipping back into self-harm, just remind yourself of this power.

[Sannah]

[puzzclar]

well, you got farther than me. All I can say is just take it one day at a time until the 6th. Or one moment at a time. Try to stay busy, keep your hands busy with some project that you (used to) enjoy.
Good luck.