i wanna savor the stinging sensation the itchy pain on my left wrist where my watch will return to cover it all up
ah but the moment... the rush... tempting the blade... tracing its paths... then... without decision or thought i'd made a mark and once i'd started.... suddenly two... three... four red lines filled in
i lost count...
but i just wanna sit here in the pleasure of the pain and drink in the image of the red on my left wrist