Okay.Once again I think it’s best for me to write.My mother and I got into it.We fought and argued.It got to the point that I just said screw this.I went into my room and I injured.I don’t really remember what happened after that. I really think that my S.I. is out of control but I don’t want to stop.It’s like I need to S.I. to get threw my life.I know that might sound stupid but that’s how I feel.I just don’t know why I need to S.I. I don’t know why this is apart of my life that I feel that I need to do.I don’t really know what else to say…Thanks for always reading my blogs.Bye.