Its currently 2:32 AM
I was laying in bed, perfectly fine, reading on Wattpad. On my belly, legs crossed and in the air.
I was picking at dry skin on my foot. It was irritating and annoying.
I used my razor to try and scrap it off. It was working fine.
I pushed a little too hard, and cut my foot.
It hurt, which surprised me, because I have no feeling on the bottom of my feet.
But, even in the hurt, I felt release. Like a sliver of my problems just disappeared.
I almost cut again.
Almost.
But I thought, my problems right now can be solved.
Easily.
So, why cut? I put my blade away, and alcohol wiped my foot.
Its progress, and its slow, but its progress.
I wrote this a few days ago and it never uploaded. So I retried now.
