I'm sorry... I couldn't help the temptation - the urge to just, I don't know, punish myself. I don't even know if I can stop next time I cut. I just kept thinking of all the things that I did this week and I just couldn't stop. I went deeper and I cut in other places other than my wrists and once I did, I couldn't stop.
The blood was comforting and I just needed comfort. I'm sorry. I really didn't want to. There goes a good 3 - almost 4 - weeks of being clean... I just needed somebody to be there for me, but I couldn't do anything about it.
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