I thought I was getting better. I really did. I started hanging out with my friends more, started laughing more, started being happier. But I wasn't. I was masking the pain. I realized that once I was alone. I spent a whole four days on the computer or in bed. My thoughts were eating me alive. I was so proud of myself. I didn't cut for 113 days. But I ruined it. I let those stupid demons get the best of me again. I feel there's nothing I can do to stop them.