Have had a pretty good day but sitting alone starring down at my thighs, my mood changed suddenly. Starring down at the scars The thoughts of succes slipped away out of my mind and cutting came creeping back in. Feelings of the past flooded my brain. Imagining the satsification I'd get of blood pouring from my skin. One cut would take the urge away. Just one small cut. It wouldn't hurt to much but having something to actually cry about makes the thoughts in my mind make sence. The pain is real and not just 'all in my head.' One tiny little deep cut, thats all it would take.... I ask my self.....Should I??