The scars on my wrist are gone now, I've finally under a replacement for cutting. But the blade is on my mind more than usual. Its weird looking at my wrist and seeing faint scars whercuts used to be. My life is not as shitty as it was before, but its still so hard not to cut. Its like tobacco, once you start you can't stop. I threw away my blade now it seems like whenever I think of cutting I frantically search for it.