Cutting is hard to explain for me.
It's like, if I'm clean for a couple of weeks or months, I feel lost. I feel obligated to cut even though I might not necessarily have a reason to. It's literally an obsession sometimes. And I've become okay with it. Sometimes, I search for a reason just to do it. It could be the littlest thing in the world, and it triggers me. I'm not the same person I was a few months ago. If I hadn't made that first cut 7 months ago, I wouldn't have all these scars, wasted all those bandaids and razors, let down and dissapointed my friends and family, and started something I can't finish.