I'm sitting here and the urge to cut is present...it's always present. I sit here staring at the screen, then at the razor...but don't know what I should do. I know that everyone thinks I shouldn't cut, but there is a strong yearning inside of me that tells me I should. I'm not sure where to turn but here.

To see the blood flow would be immensely pleasurable...it's the tainted blood that flows out...exiting my soul...it is dirty blood. Oh, the ramblings of my mind...