For many years i've struggled with cutting. Yes i can stop for months but once i'm depressed i reach for it every time. It's apart of me that i'm trying to stop. It was way worst before i meet dom and once we started going out i felt happy and i didnt feel like doing it anymore until we got into a fight or broke up. I love him I know that I know I wont ever be able to get over him. but lately ive been thinking about it more and more. I'm trying not to because my mom found out recently and I'm already in enough trouble with my parents I really dnt want to get to a mently hospital. This is the 5th time this day I thought about cutting and I'm happy i cant find my razor bc I'll go for it... I'm happy my room is a mess but im searching for it and I'm scared... I know january 15th is going to be a bad day for me and i know i will that day and i'm trying to stop but i cant.. its either this or i wont eat... I love food but when i get like this i cant eat or ill cut.. im trying not to i really am. but its getting closer and closer to the day that i will