No to Cutting
I did not cut myself. I have not cut myself for months - like almost a fucking year!
(My apartment neighbor's bed springs squeak! Squeak, squeak fucking squeak! Fuck! At least it does not last long.)
Cutting no longer is a thing for me. I am finally over it.
And I feel good to say that.
Damn! I could have so many less scars had I simply acknowledged my fear of women. (They are all so really beautiful but I was always so scared of them...)