I stare at my cuts like I usually did. It always makes me feel so stupid. I seem to be going no where really fast. I have nothing else. I feel like giving up is the best thing I can do. I just wonder if I can still be myself and not cut anymore. Nothing seems to be easy. There was a time I had all the answers and now I don't. I just don't understand why I cut myself. I know the reason I do it but why that. Why can't I find something else to do when I can't talk about my problems? It feels so good to cut my skin when I hold in my pain and anger. If I didn't hold it in I wouldn't be cutting myself for a release. Well least I can talk about it now. Maybe some day I can really quit for good. I want to stop cutting right now. I don't want to wait til I'm better and can talk about my problems. I've cried this sad tune too many times now. I'm getting sick and damn tired of it.--