Not so much cuts as they are merely a few cat scratches, hardly any blood at all, but in the shape of a heart. I don't know, it just came kind of impulsively, the image did... like, at the bottom right corner of my left palm, square inch design, maybe? And I don't want to stop. I want to keep feeling the blade slicing skin beneath my fingers. I want some blood. Not necessarily a waterfall, mind you, but I want at least a slight blood flow. ****, it's my body and I'll do with it whatever the **** I want to. If I want to feel that painful rush, I'll do it, if only to feel more alive. In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, "All life is an experiment. The more experiments the better." Guess I might as well, then. I'm not really doing anything worthwhile right now, am I? Just busy being useless. **** it.