I found a new release (3 days ago), well sorta. Instead of cutting or burning I'm using an elastic band on my wrist, flicking myself when I feel the need. It's not as satisfying as the cutting and burning, tho it's working a bit-for now, it depends on how intense the urge is.  Actually the reason why i'm using an elastic band is because mom threw out almost every sharp thing in the house, including all the sharp knives and the things i had hidden under my mattress. I know she says she's just looking out for me but man, she's just not giving me enough breathing space and the less space i have the more i need something i can control on my own.Being home is like being in a sych ward, i'm surprised i don't have a straitjacket and padded walls. Mom never leaves me at home alone at all and if a time came where i would be alone she'd always get my older sister to stay at the house with me. I tried running away to get away from her because she annoys me so bad, but she called the cops on me and they brought me to the hospital where she was waiting for me to get there, i had to stay in there for a few hours till the doctor came and asked me all these questions about why i ran and why i felt depressed and suicidal - i ended up laughing in the doctors face and they let me go home because i was in such a high/hyper mood and they made me promise i wouldn't do anything to myself, i didn't break the promise because when i got home that night i took imovane and calmed down and fell asleep. the point of this little story is that cutting and burning got me admitted all because of my mom and her big mouth, so i figure if it's just an elastic band i can have my freedom, well the freedom of my own home.   o.0