I'm cutting/scratching my forearm with a cutter knife at work. My shirt sleeves rolled up, more than 20 red lines are for anyone to see, none of which are deep enough. I got too much time left till I get home, this is bad enough as is but I'm sure I'll be doing more by the end of the day.

Would anyone care if I make 20,30 more of these cuts by the end of the shift? I bet nobody would. My rather pale skin looks horrible with so many "unknown" cuts, but I'm itching to get more, I'm gonna fill this part of my arm with red crisscrossing lines, these gone hurt for sure when I shower.

I feel no pain mind you, this is for now my sane response to the world that surrounds me. I am calm, (5 more strokes here.), it's looking beautiful. There's not much to worry about me, besides there are some kids about today, it's like s work experience program or something, I can still smile and be nice to them when they come around.

I'll come by later and read/write some more later.