It's been three weeks since I last harmed. The burns are just puffs of pink and white skin now and I find them incredibly embarrassing and ugly. I don't feel like I want to hurt myself anymore but I don't know. I just feel so lonely and empty today and sometimes when I look at the scars I remember how it felt and how, at the time, I thought it helped. I listened to an old album today, one I thought only held good memories but partway through I was crying and now I feel that ache behind my eyes like I either want to sleep or drown. I know I can do this. I can, can't I? I can be strong, right? I'm on my last chance with so many people. If I do this, they'll be gone and I really don't want to push myself even farther away from people. I only feel lonely because I make myself feel that way. I hate this. I hate when it feels like it is finally over and then it all rushes back at a random moment. I don't want to feel like this anymore.