I thought I had it. I thought I was done with all this and I could finally live my life normally. No more secrets. Then, yesterday, out of no where, I pick up this tool I hid for this exact reason. I was laying in my bed, reading, and I dunno. I guess I felt lonely? How pathetic. I injure. Always an even number of injuries. And now I sound like a lunatic. I hate myself for giving up. I was going so good. SH free for at least two months. Then, boom, I get the tiniest bit lonely and decide to Harm. Pathetic.