I cut. It's my little addiction, and trust me when I say it is as hard to give up as drinking or smoking.
I found that if I cut it pushes the memories away. It also feels so good. I don't expect anyone to understand what would bring me to press a rasor to my flesh deep enough to bleed, but I'll try.

When I cut, the pain is a pure rush. It hurts, depending on where I cut it can (pardon the pun) kill. It feels better then sex, better then anything I have ever tried. It makes everything clear again. Of course, I then have to come down from my rush.
I can get to a week or two with out cutting, but if I cave the damage I do is bad.

I'm at the week mark now, and the need to cut is bad. I have a contract written up and the fact that I gave my word is the only thing stopping me at the moment. :runs screaming:

I'm sitting at the computer shaking, I have feeling like cutting is controlling me. Of course the shakes could be from the fact I haven't eaten all day.