Earlier. I.
I did something really strange.
I took a pair of scissors and slit the back of my arm, just to see if I could do it.

It didn’t hurt. It bled and I watched absolutely enthralled as I wiped my blood onto the scissors, then licked it off.

I don’t need a release. I’m not depressed or anxious. I just wanted to feel the cut, see if I could actually break the skin.

It didn’t feel good, it didn’t feel bad. It doesn’t hurt at all what so ever.

I can’t tell anyone though. My girlfriend, she has mental problems. She’s stabbed herself, cut words into her thighs, because she felt she deserved the punishment. She doesn’t anymore, I was the one who got her to stop, telling her she doesn’t deserve to be punished, and similar things. I love her dearly.

It was so interesting though. Watching the blood roll on the scissors, Oh I’d love to see someone else’s blood on them.