I don’t know why I did it. My arms hurt. I did great otherwise today, got 2.4 miles in walking. Ate well. My moods been on edge all day. I started picking at first, an old scabbed bug bite, not enough. Now I’ve fucking scratched up and bruised my arms. I am glad I didn’t cut, but I’m not ready to have to explain any of that. The temptation was strong, too strong. I haven’t had a problem with that in at least 10 years. My anxiety is so bad. I need to drug myself to sleep soon so it will stop. I hate even mentioning all this because I’m usually able to keep it under wraps. Not today. I feel so damn weak. I’m hoping the urges will lessen soon tonight because I can’t handle it. I’m definitely not in any danger so don’t worry about me. Just had to get it out somehow.