So Sunday night got drunk and puked all over, yesterday tried cleaning it up but it didn't work.  But that was something good for me.  My mom just pounded me with questions about what the stain was from, I told her I was drinking because it was the only thing I could think of to do rather than cutting.  Yeah, no one has heard this...but yes, I drank Sunday night so I wouldn't have to cut myself.  So I was pretty damn proud of myself.  Then my parents preceed to tell me that I'm not mature enough, no nothing about being proud of me for not cutting.  Yes, yelling at me telling me I can't get my lisense tomarrow because I can't make a good choice.  And most definitly can't get my nose pierced.  I really don't understand them anymore...they say they want me to get better but keep me here and now it's going to be even worse.  They punish me when I do something right, yes drinking isn't right but compared to cutting it's a hell of a lot better.  I really don't care anymore.  I was working at it so hard, and look where it has gotten me with them.  Nowhere, exactly...theres no point in trying this hard to quit.  Why quit then?