---WARNING---
*this chapter talks an awful lot about blood, so if you are uncomfortable with that sort of thing.....uh...then don't read this?*
           -You have been warned-
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So, to my friends out there on Wattpad, I may have a problem.
I was doing some intense thinking.
So, at one point in my life, I started cutting(I stopped a while ago, don't worry). BUT, now that I think about it, I didn't do it because I was "clinically depressed", I did it as an experiment. It sounds weird, I know.
Now, I WAS upset at the time, but that just pushed me to do it more often.

Ok, so going back, I like blood. I've always liked blood, and fonded over it. Not like the 'drooling over it' type thing, but when I look at blood, I think it's really cool and interesting. When I see other people bleeding, I think it's really interesting and wonder how it feels. When IM bleeding, I fawn over it. I see the blood sliding down my (insert where I'm bleeding), I feel the blood pumping to heal the wound, and I see the ripped skin inside. I don't know how this makes me sound, but I just thought I could get that out there. I just like how it looks and feels, and I like the scars.
I've always thought I was super weird for this, and I don't know if anybody else feels the same, or if they know why I feel like this, but I would love to know.😅

Uh....enjoy?