I forgot to mention the long, parallel marks on my arm that go from almost my shoulders all the way down to my wrists, like highways of pain relief. The scars showing fierce battles fought with unchallenged demons. The scars that anyone with the slightest knowledge of SI would recognize from a mile away and know I was BSing them with my cover story ("hiking accident").

I used to write on the walls of my apartment with the red liquid every night ... but only after smearing my face with it first.

I think one reason I stopped is that I don't have any more real estate left on my arms.