I fucking hate how Woody thinks I'm doing this for attention. I can't fucking help it. It feels so fucking good, you have no idea.

I can't stop it, But I'm going to try. I thought a lot about what Dan said. But right now, I'm going to try and quit this without any professional help. I need to stop this.

I have too many scars already. Too many bracelets are becoming suspicious. I fucking hate this.

I'm not sad all the time, you know. And that's what Woody thinks. He thinks I'm constantly sad. And I want to hang out with him to prove that I'm not always sad.

I have good days too. They just don't happen as often as they used to.

I think one of the main factors behind my cutting is that I'm hypersensitive to EVERYTHING. It's like, no one can be mean to me or I take it to a whole different level and that's when I cut. I mean, it's not anyone's fault but my own. It's my fault for blowing things out of proportion and exaggerating.

I'm just weak. I'm so sensitive and I need to change that.

Dan was right though. I do need to stop. One day, I could cut too deep or just the wrong way, and something could go wrong.

I don't want to die. Not yet.