So. I’m back here again. I have’nt thought about this for a while but, the urge is back. I didn’t want to be forced into what I nearly did again. Hell, the scars on my arm are more a friend to me than most people are. Except for whoever can read this.and understand my feelings. I’m forcing myself to relive the hell I went through. People have been looking at me strangely. My friends want to know what’s wrong and I’m not sure how to tell them. Or if they could even relate.