It's been 625 days since I last cut and it's getting to me. Part of me know's its not right, but I like the feeling. I like the rush. Is it really so bad? I want to feel good, I just want a release. Is that so bad? I've fought it for so long. I went to drinking instead, that didnt work, I started getting high, that had to stop. I have so many coping skills I could use instead. Part of me doesn't care. They aren't enough. I'm going from one crsis to another, I'm repeating my mistakes. I don't want that. But I like cutting, I like the feeling it gives me. I don't know even I can control it, if I even want to.