she walks like summer and acts like rain.

I picked up my blade for the first time in almost three months. The cut was deeper than ever and cleared my mind for longer than usual. Part of me thinks that quitting was a waste but the part that winces anytime i move my wrist says otherwise. I quit for one sole purpose, that reasons gone now so whats the point in stopping? Right, there isnt one. So here i go again to lock myself in the bathroom at just the thought of life.