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My roommate gets mad furious even because I tend to use all the hot water. When I take a shower or just wash my hands, I turn the water to boiling hot. I let it roll down my skin and singe my scalp. I used to be a person who hated being hot. I'd take cold or even lukewarm showers. It wasn't until I realized I no longer felt anything that I needed the water. I needed the burns, I needed the pressure. Have you ever felt so empty that you'd rather feel pain? I do.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
Hot Water
My roommate gets mad furious even because I tend to use all the hot water. When I take a shower or just wash my hands, I turn the water to boiling hot. I let it roll down my skin and singe my scalp. I used to be a person who hated being hot. I'd take cold or even lukewarm showers. It wasn't until I realized I no longer felt anything that I needed the water. I needed the burns, I needed the pressure. Have you ever felt so empty that you'd rather feel pain? I do.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
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