So hi, yeah. Until Recently, I hadn't harmed for a good nine months, but about a six weeks back a very unfortunate event occured that involves me directly. I guess, it's just really distorted my view on things and messed it all up, and thrown me a back. An old friend called up and we started smoking rocks again, I stared burning my skin a few days after that and cutting soon after, I don't want to, I really hate that i'm pathetic enough to give in, but it's like the urge to itch a nat bite or to cover your mouth when you sneeze, I just can't ignore it. Every morning I make a promise that This day is the last, and I never stick to it, why should I? The promise is only to myself. Im not religious in the slightest but sometimes, it feels like the 'devils' in me. Once you let him in you cant get him out, you cant burn him out, you cant cut him out, He wont take any notice, why would he? No one wants to be homeless.