Um, possible trigger, duh. You know, once I make one, I can't stop obsessing about making more. All I think about is doing it again. And once I make one, it is so, SO, easy to continue making more. I don't even do this out of sadness anymore. More like boredom, apathy, self-hatred, just needing to feel something. Like drugs, but cheaper. I dream about it a lot for some reason..Like, disgusting dreams, huge cuts everywhere, blood, feeling my life drain away, but never actually dying. I don't really understand my compulsion with it, and I don't understand why I do it so badly. I can't do those little ones anymore, they make me anxious for some reason. I need to do big ones, stiches worthy, but then I hardly ever get stiches. In the three years I've been doing this, I've gotten them maybe twice. Which is bad, because it scars a lot more. But hey, one more scar isn't going to make a difference anyway. Anyone else ever feel like this?