It's odd, I haven't cut in weeks, almost 4 to be exact, and yet I feel no relief in this fact and it is all my mom's fault. If she did not know that I cut I would feel slightly better, for I would not be going to therapy, I would not have had to explain to the freakin' lady what I feel and why I cut, which I had to cut pieces out of, in front of my mom. It's wrong, she doesn't understand, she will never understand despite everything that she says. Only a few people get me, and she ain't one of 'em, no matter how she tries it just pisses me off more when she does, it's easier on me and everyone else when she doesn't but she continues. So now I feel trapped within my own home, my only escapes are school and Church. School ain't much fun and Church only happens once a week, at least without my mom there, it sucks.