I cut with my pocket knife. Which, for the life of me, I cannot get sufficently sharpened, and therefore cannot draw blood. (I can actually get the knife beneath my skin, but it never bleeds. Maybe my blood flow just sucks. I have no idea.) I refuse to cut with the other knives in my house because those are knives we use for eating, and that just seems wrong to me. I did it once (and got blood, even though the cut was much shallowed than most), but even after murdering the knife with hot water and soap I couldn't make it clean (to me).
I cut my stomach because it's way too noticable on my arms (although I have a theory that I might get better cuts on my arms). I can't even get away with wearing long sleeves because I have Health and Wellness in school and we have to wear short sleeve shirts and shorts. (We also change in the same room, but no one is observant and I am the loner, so by facing my locker I can change without anyone noticing my cuts.)
And before someone brings out the lecture (it's bound to come sooner or later), yes, yes, I know it's bad. Yes, I know I shouldn't do it. Yes, I know I should get help. Yes, I'm working on stopping. It's been a week since I've cut.
For other people who cut (or otherwise self-harm), do you do designs or insist upon perfect lines? Or do you reopen old cuts which are healing?
And hypermind, if thoughtflights isn't a word, you should make it one. It sounds awesome.
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"Nothing worth having is easy."
Three years!