I've never spent the time to go back and look at the ways I've hurt myself. I've always done the act and let it go. I know now that not only do I have a problem with cutting but also with burning myself, pulling out my hair, pinching, picking scabs, picking at my face, and intentional bruising. I always remember the cutting because the scars will always remain. The bruises fade, the burns heal, the hair grows back but the scars are always there to remind me. I guess, sometimes, I let go of what I've done so I can start to feel better. If I remember acts, I won't be able to forget why. I guess, to me, it makes sense. I guess, for me, it's become a lifestyle. I know now, I'll live and die this way--with no more tears to shed. I'll never stop, but I'll start to realize why.