You know, I've hate to say it, but I'm back. Last night was really bad for me and so I had to give in to a little razor that was screaming my name. OMG, about two years thrown away. I'm not going to say, "Oh I'm so disappointed in myself." because I'm not. It felt good and things have just been getting worse and worse and I don't know what to do, I have no one to talk to without feeling like a complete ass. Oh well, I cut and I was finally happy. . . for a little while.