The past almost 2 weeks of my life have been a complete shit show as I started cutting. I've cut almost 2 weeks in a row only taking one day off. 
I really don't understand what's going on and why am deciding to do this. The first like seven days that I cut I was really drunk but yesterday and the day before I cut when I was sober. This behavior is escalating and I'm trying to dig down deep and find out what specifically it is that I'm running from. 

I asked my dad yesterday to take all the knives away, which he did but then I found scissors. I don't understand. It doesn't feel particularly good but it's so fucked UP because there's something about seeing that blood slowly drop out. 

I'm scaring myself. This cannot become s thing. I need help and I need to stop. 