So my mom can in, saw my new cuts, she came in without knocking so I didn’t have time to cover them. And they she starts saying shit like it’s hurting her, keep in mind I really don’t understand emotions so to me I think she’s being a bit of an idiot if she thinks I’m hurting her. She then says that I need to get help, but I don’t want help, I like it, I love how it makes me feel, it comforts me in ways she couldn’t. Thing is I just can’t quit because I love how it makes me feel, it’s like taking the lid off a boiling pan to let the steam out. It’s the only thing I have that in my mind is a hug, as dumb as it sounds it’s what a hug is for me.