Copyright, Chan

It started a long time ago. Then I forgot about it. Only recently have I started doing it again. I would bite my fingers until they were raw and bloody, I would take a razor blade and cut seven straight and even lines in my ankle, I would use a sewing needle to carve detailed drawings into my ankles. There is a Celtic sea horse scar on my foot. I thought if it was pretty it wasn’t bad. It is, but I don’t care. Nothing permenent. Light wounds. Lots of blood. Calming. Sedating. Grounding. I won’t stop until someone makes me. I don’t want to. Is that wrong? To have complete control over yourself. I was a starvation expert but I can’t do that anymore. I cut I bite I love it.


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