I don't know why, or how but I loved it. Loved what you ask. The burning stinging pain, the tearing of my own flesh, the cuts, the blood, and best of all the smell. I loved the feeling of inflicting my own self harm. It eventually became a love so strong that I wasn't doing it to feel better anymore.... No I was doing it for the pure enjoyment it brought me.
It all really started when my best friend Jeff moved away. We lost contact and I never heard from him again. He was my best friend the only one who knew how.... How "weird" I was. From the day Jeff left I had a deep feeling something was wrong. But I was young, I didn't thing it was such a problem. Don't ask me why I'm writhing this... It was the only way I could think to vent. Get my feelings out... If I had any. Its starting to feel like the human side of me is gone. I'm falling into the darkness, as it tears up the last shreds of my humanity. I'm not asking you to read this, so if you do.... be aware.
