A Very Special Infinite Story
Something in your twisted little delusional mind snaps and you feel the urge to cut into yourself with a sharp instrument! What a great idea!
You go to the bathroom and grab a razor blade. You admire its shiny gleam in the florescent bathroom lighting. You sit on the toilet and slowly run your index finger across the razor until you begin to draw blood.
You feel the sting and see the blood run down your finger, but it somehow makes you feel good again. And you want to feel even better so you takes the razor again and cut into your leg just around the meaty part of your thigh. Ohhh yes, you feel so much betterÂ…
You return to school and are okay for a long time, until some asshole start harassing you in one of your classes and saying how ugly you are. You immediately run into the bathroom to cry and feel lousy about yourself. However, you now know how to make yourself feel better. You open your purse and pull out your razor again. You cut deep into the palm of your hand.
The pain makes everything better again, the blood dripping and washing down the drain is soothing. In fact you're so much in a state of euphoria you didn't even notice the girl in one of the stalls forcing herself to puke her guts out. After flushing the toilet and composing herself, she noticing what you are doing.
"Eww, what a stupid thing to do. Fucking weirdo." She says and leaves.
You don't care what she says because now you've found a way to get rid of all the pain in your life and if this is what it takes, then so be it. At least you aren't doing drugs, or drinking right?
Time passes and you continue like this using razors, knives and even pins, but eventually you start to not feel very well. In fact you wake up one day and you can't move your mouth. Cutting yourself with less than sterile instruments have finally given you lockjaw. You begin to panic and feel dizzy. You don't know what else to do so you start to cut yourself again to make you feel better since it's always worked before. However in your current dizzy/panicky state you end up cutting into a major artery and bright red blood begins to spurt out. You'd cry out for help, but you've got lockjaw.
Ultimately you fall to the floor on the bathroom floor and bleed to death.
The moral of the story?
Uh yeah. Cutting yourself to feel better is one of the stupider things you could've been doing. Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking? Out of drugs, alcohol, sex or even food, you could've abused to "escape pain", you thought the best thing to go do was jamming a fucking sharp ass razor into your skin until you bled all over the place?
Physical pain is never a good thing, unless it's some sort of S&M sex, but that's a different story and different moral.
And if you're going to insist on cutting yourself, at least have the minor intelligence to keep the goddamn razor sterilized!
And now you know!
You go to the bathroom and grab a razor blade. You admire its shiny gleam in the florescent bathroom lighting. You sit on the toilet and slowly run your index finger across the razor until you begin to draw blood.
You feel the sting and see the blood run down your finger, but it somehow makes you feel good again. And you want to feel even better so you takes the razor again and cut into your leg just around the meaty part of your thigh. Ohhh yes, you feel so much betterÂ…
You return to school and are okay for a long time, until some asshole start harassing you in one of your classes and saying how ugly you are. You immediately run into the bathroom to cry and feel lousy about yourself. However, you now know how to make yourself feel better. You open your purse and pull out your razor again. You cut deep into the palm of your hand.
The pain makes everything better again, the blood dripping and washing down the drain is soothing. In fact you're so much in a state of euphoria you didn't even notice the girl in one of the stalls forcing herself to puke her guts out. After flushing the toilet and composing herself, she noticing what you are doing.
"Eww, what a stupid thing to do. Fucking weirdo." She says and leaves.
You don't care what she says because now you've found a way to get rid of all the pain in your life and if this is what it takes, then so be it. At least you aren't doing drugs, or drinking right?
Time passes and you continue like this using razors, knives and even pins, but eventually you start to not feel very well. In fact you wake up one day and you can't move your mouth. Cutting yourself with less than sterile instruments have finally given you lockjaw. You begin to panic and feel dizzy. You don't know what else to do so you start to cut yourself again to make you feel better since it's always worked before. However in your current dizzy/panicky state you end up cutting into a major artery and bright red blood begins to spurt out. You'd cry out for help, but you've got lockjaw.
Ultimately you fall to the floor on the bathroom floor and bleed to death.
The moral of the story?
Uh yeah. Cutting yourself to feel better is one of the stupider things you could've been doing. Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking? Out of drugs, alcohol, sex or even food, you could've abused to "escape pain", you thought the best thing to go do was jamming a fucking sharp ass razor into your skin until you bled all over the place?
Physical pain is never a good thing, unless it's some sort of S&M sex, but that's a different story and different moral.
And if you're going to insist on cutting yourself, at least have the minor intelligence to keep the goddamn razor sterilized!
And now you know!
