Inside The Mind Of A Broken Girl | Bio

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I cut again. I was clean for at least two weeks. I used a different razor, though. It was a razor from my art teacher's pencil sharpener. He let me borrow it and once I saw it, I knew that it was going to be sharper than my dull pencil sharpener razor.

When I used it, it didn't hurt like the other times. It was quick and there was barely any sting. Once I did it, small bubbles of blood appeared at least a second after I did it. And I did it again and again just watching the blood bubble up.

I should feel something other than the sick feeling of proudness and satisfaction. I should feel disgusted but all I feel is relief.