so i've haven't cut in about... err, twentyish days. i felt really good about it and was thinking about getting rid of my stuff. then i got into fights with pretty much everyone, got told my family hates me cause i'm gay, and had to listen to my father talking about how fucked up i am. i finally couldn't take it and told myself it would only be one cut. but one turned into two and two turned into a lot more. three days straight i've been cutting again and last night i pretty much ran out of room so it would be hideable. not very fun when you break down AND you have a razor in your hand. i have to stop before this gets out of hand again.