I knew i was getting bad, when my skin started to tickle in the most uncomfortable and numb way anyone could ever imagine, begging for any sign of a reaction from my nerves; pain.
I knew this wouldn't end up well, when i was fulfilled of rage, anger and guilt that kept me awake for hours, telling me to punish myself for all of this.
I knew i was at the edge of giving up, when this tickling would stay, everyday, all the time, forcing me to make it go away.
I knew it was time to seek help, when i started to forget everything i was thinking a few seconds ago, when it just turned blurry, just like everything around me.
I knew it was time to stop, when i stopped the urge and realized how good it felt, "hey, let's do it again".