I enjoy cutting myself. It gives me a rush of serotonin every time I watch myself bleed. Sometimes I almost get like pleasure from it. I often find myself thinking about the next time I can run a razor across my skin. It hurts so good, but the shame and guilt that comes after just stresses me out. I have to be extremely careful about it, and I don’t want to burden my friends with my weird thoughts. I often find myself having the urge to post pictures of my fresh cuts and find people like me so I can see theirs. There’s nothing like seeing the shiny red blood and watching the skin separate. My mom will kill me if she finds out. I’m such a disgusting creep.
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