I’ve been very good about not self-harming for the last few months. Of course, it’s summer, so that’s not out of the usual. I have way less stress, and I’m quite vain about things like that. But it’s overpowering, sometimes. I feel like I’ve come so far, but all it would take is one tiny accident to throw me back into that self-perpetuating cycle of misery. I don’t want to, but I crave it; I’m all alone. I had one of those moments where I went, “…why is it my friends in middle school seemed to care for me so much more than my friends now?” I don’t like the way my life has changed, and I have no one to talk to. I don’t know how to deal with it. I know I shouldn’t, really can’t, do anything about it, but it’s just so tempting. Hopefully this will help.