I want to cut so bad. I feel so worthless and depressed. Today, I sat at my desk, thinking about the blade. I imagined it gleaming in the light, I was mezmerized by it. I then thought about it slicing deep into my skin and causing blood to rise to that area, and bleeding away all my distress. I thought to myself after that, "Your so fucked up, you weirdo." I'm being bullied by life and myself. There is truly no escape... :cry: Cutting sounds so good right now... I've been off it three months and I can't stand the thought of going back to it. I never thought I'd get addicted... cuttings almost like a drug; you think you can drop it whenever and then it conquers you.