never cut again

One year and nine months was Sunday… I think that sometimes I stop telling my close friends how far I am because I don’t think they care, and sometimes so that if I started again, they wouldn’t think about/know the difference.

I don’t want to cut again. I don’t. I think I’m getting closer and closer to being “cured,” but at the same time, it feels like the closer I get to two years, the harder the struggle remains.

I’m working on it. The tempation is there, but I am very close to being rid of this “disease” this “darkness” this “pain.”

The 27th marks a year and two months.