To Cut or Not to Cut
I have not cut. Partly, I passed out, partly, although cutting intrigues, cutting is abhorrent.
Yes! I can finally say that! I hate cutting. I do not hate the cuts, but I do hate the cutting!
Cutting is an admission of something being wrong, admission of the acknowledgement of pain, that I hate myself so much that I want to hurt myself, which is in itself painful to admit and to acknowledge!
I like my cuts. I like my scars. That's all there is to it. I'm going to get a fillet knife.
Oh, I never mentioned that, did I? I want to get a fillet knife. I'll get a nice, sharp knife that I can stick into myself because inter