Well, I had gone two months without injuring myself. The first month and a bit I was going so strong, I had no urges, everything was good. But then, I started to get urges. One day I had an urge and went to go injure myself, but I couldn’t. I stayed strong. Well, last night I had another urge, one of many. I gave in. Do I regret it? Yes and no. My parents know about the SI and they think I’m doing fine, I am most definitely not going to tell them I broke. Someone I talked to a while ago said to try to talk to my parents, tell them about it all. Well, I can’t. I don’t know why, but I can’t. I could share my life story with a complete stranger, but I can’t talk to my parents. I feel like I’ve failed God. I was doing so good, but then I gave in, took the easy way out. I really dislike myself…. I just wish things were different.