[WARNING – MAY BE TRIGGERING]
I need to cut again. I’ve not cut in over a year.
But I really really need to. This thought is coming into my head nearly every day now. I need to feel, see, tatse my blood running down my arms again.
It’s one of those feelings I can’t escape.
I must do it.
I must cut.
I miss the red crimson liquid running down, caused by my own hands.
I hate the feeling of itchness on my arm when I need to cut.
But I don’t want even more scars.
But I do want even more cuts.
But cuts lead to scars.
But it’s coming to Summer.
I miss my Blood. :[
