That you would be over it. You slip once over the summer and other then that you hadn’t done it in about a year.

But now you’ve fallen itno this strange depression that you can’t pull yourself out of and you slip. Not just once this time. You’re arm first, a few little slips. Okay, a more then just a few.

Then your leg once again. Back to the place where no one looks and you can hide it with ease. A little deeper each slip.

It’s so hard to stop again. I want to keep doing ti and at the same time I want it to go away.