So I ended up cutting earlier in the evening on my arm & it was the 2nd time I've ever went as deep as I did. Well it was deep to me. It wasn't to the point of needing to go to the ER, but I will admit the cut is wide open. Open enough to see the dried up blood & if I clean it...you can see the white meat. I always wanted to cut deep like that, but never had the courage. I guess I was that upset or whatever I was feeling at the moment that it just happened. Is it crazy that I want to do more like it? I've even tried 3 more times & was unsuccessful 8(

Something about it fascinates me & I'm even more fascinated by the nice scar it will leave. Crazy? Maybe, but whatever.