I can feel the wind through my hair as I spin my leg as fast as I can, hoping I can feel some pain when I'm done. Some soreness or a small, sharp something, maybe on the fat of my palm, or my upper bicep. Just to see a drop of blood.
It's not an uncontrollable urge, just a thought.
I don't wanna keep doing it. I've already done it.
Once.
With scissors.
On my bicep.
Three. Thin. Lines.
Didn't even bleed.
I don't want to be misunderstood, I'm not suicidal.
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My Head
RandomGonna mostly be about my thoughts, and I think ima add a story in-between. Might be a diary. Don't take it seriously.
