I stopped cutting three years ago; three years ago today. However, I find myself today, picking up a razor and taking a field trip on my arms. I thought I stopped for good but today when I picked up that razor and started cutting again, it felt so good. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today. I know my family relationship will be ruined if they find out that I’m at it again and I’m afraid of losing my boyfriend. I know I have to stop but it never felt so good before. I don’t think I can.