I haven’t self injured in maybe 2 and a half, 3 months.
I was doing so well.
And all of the sudden, I just crashed.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I si’d again.
It felt good.
It made me feel better.
But now I’m so disappointed in myself, once again.
I hate how I’m so dependent on it.
I hate how it’s got a hold on me.
Like putty in it’s hands.