I'm not self harming because I only promised myself I could if I failed the test, and I passed.

I knew that I had 90+% probability of passing it, too.

It's been more than two years since I last cut myself.

Don't get me wrong, my life is a lot better than it was two years ago, and a hell of a lot better than it was four or five years ago.

Still, if I'm having a rough time, I get to deal with this fuckery. I know it's still there because it was an effective coping skill in the past. Now it's an artifact.

Meh. Slowly but surely, over the past few months, pieces of my life have been falling together, allowing me to grow up and move on. It's pretty good. Things are looking up.