I haven’t had an urge like this in a while. Completely detached myself, like if she came back and took over, for a good minute she took me by the hand, led me the bathroom to take apart the razor. Only one cut, just a little one and i could hide it and nobody would ever know and i could pretend i never relapsed and if someone noticed i would laugh it off and suggest it was a silly accident. Just one little cut.
I guess writing about it is a lot safer, at least for now i may have kept her at bay.