The reason something is wrong with me(trigger warning?)
I'm going to try and explain this as best as I can, but know that this will not be the best describe of what's i'm thinking. So... Don't every single detail is 100% accurate.
I use to cut, ok?
And like...
You know if you cut it's for relief and/or an escape.
Well here is where i'm ed up...
I've been thinking about when I use to cut..
and I just...
I remembered the feelings I would have then...
I would force myself to think it was a relief.
I would force it.
I didn't actually feel like that though.
I was just cutting for some reason.
And you want to know what that reason that was stuffed in the back of my head was?
Because of the blood.
Blood is so utterly pretty to me.
It's almost insane.
No.
It is insane.
I've just recently(meaning after I use to cut) began realizing my love for blood.
So.
I have cut again.
I think..
It was twice.
It was a while ago.
Both of them were.
But I didn't even try to convince myself it was for relief because there is nothing ing wrong with me.
NOTHING IS WRONG.
I'M PERFECTLY FINE.
Emotionally.
I don't know about mentally.
I would watch the blood drip down my thighs.
It's not even alot.
I'm not that tolerable to pain.
But it ing that there is not even alot of blood.
I need more.
I want to see more.
But if I go back to my wrists, everyone will know i'm doing it again.
I scared my parents and friends when they found out before.
I don't want it to happen again.
I just...
I really like blood.
I don't know if you guys remember my older blog where I showed you my blood lips.
That was my blood.
That was my blood.
I cut my thigh and put it on my lips.
The ing taste- holy .
It was so bitter and ing good.
Oh dear god.
Does anyone know where I should go for the doctor's because .
The way the blood burned my throat.
I was great.
I'm rambling now.
Sorry.
...
But yeah..
I'm insane and if you want to,
feel free to unfriend me for it.
And don't comment something stupid.
I'm done now.
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