i slide the blade s l o w l y across my pale, soft skin. it burns, i don’t smile. but it’s satisfying to watch the blood pool in beads. it hurts. but it doesn’t hurt as much as the pain i caused you today. so i do it again.
a secret im too scared to share with anyone except random strangers on the internet: i wish i had an eating disorder. i would be sad but at least i’d be skinny.