Escape.

Even if you stop, even if you haven't cut for years, the urge is still there. Maybe not all the time, maybe not actively or consciously, but it's always in some back corner of your mind, hiding from other thoughts, waiting. The second you become too upset, or too angry, too much to control, and the urge is there, coming back to press you against its chest, holding you, wanting you to stay.
If you're lucky, you come to your senses. After all, why would anyone willingly hurt themselves (hah)? If not, obviously, you'll succumb. Whether to the worst kind of self-mutilation, the kind that leaves scars, or maybe just pinching yourself. Some people will punch themselves really hard. Others pull their hair out. Whether or not it leaves an aftermark, it still hurts, and it's still not good.

I suppose probably I should have mentioned some things before just delving right into such serious subjects. I am:
♦20.
♦vegetarian.
♦a college student.
♦thin and short (ish).
♦employed on-call by a well-known department store.
♦still recovering (it is an ever-lasting process, from the point where you stop til the end).

That's all I'd care for you to know, now. But continue reading and you'll know more than some of my closest friends do.