I was filled with pleasure and relief when I felt the blood trickle down my calf. I want to nick myself more and more, but I know that that would be suspicious, so I'm only doing five. One just below my knee on my left leg, one on my forearm and just below my shoulder on my left arm, one just below my elbow on my right arm, and one right where a scar is on the top of my foot.
After my shower I go rifling through my drawers for some band-aids (plasters if you're from the UK), after I find some I put them on my still-wet skin/ cuts. I keep on wondering why I can't do more, but then I remember that I have school tomorrow and during P.E. (Physical Education) we have to wear shorts and a T-shirt as per our uniform (its just pe clothes). I have something to cover my arms, but I guess I'll just have to wear long socks/ a long sock tomorrow.
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