Seriously, when will this all end? I start cutting every day, then I stop for a week or so and then I end up going back to my old routine. I want to say that I want to stop, but I don't actually think I do. Ahh, I don't know. I like the pain, I like the blood, I like the scars and I like the fact that it makes me feel better. But at the same time I hate it. I went for a blood test last week and I was worried that the phlebotomist would treat me differently because of the scars on my arm. It seemed like my worries came true when she was rude toward me. I.. don't know anymore.