Cutting is my well one of my addictions I've been struggling with for six years about I don't know just a long time self harm since I've was six. I know that. I've tried many a times to stop all together but the truth is I can't even though I promise and I plan on keeping my promise it's hard. It's like my body is waiting for me to cut it open one strike at a time. Idk. The blades o have I know for sure I've used them before even if you go fast it's deep. So yeah and I don't like doing fast cuts never did I made them slow and pressed hard so can only imagine the damage I'll get . I mean I do kinda know on my thigh the deepest ones are from the same type of blades and I got scared of how deep they were and I stopped but kept the move,net of the blade going only with a less of a tight grip. But yeah hopefully I don't cut and erm I'll see I mean I only set myself up for failure if I ever cut. I'm stoping like I'm done torturing myself with having sharp objects around myself. Like if I do than make me throw them away. I don't care how not having a blade gives me anxiety if I ever break my promise I will never forgive myself ever again. I won't trust myself ever again,
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