"my hands no longer trembled out of fear, but out of anticipation. i knew i was addicted to the rush it provided from the emotional mess i had become, but i didn't care. it wasn't drugs. it was just a few cuts on my arms."
"my hands no longer trembled out of fear, but out of anticipation. i knew i was addicted to the rush it provided from the emotional mess i had become, but i didn't care. it wasn't drugs. it was just a few cuts on my arms."