To bleed forever....
Truly, honestly? I’ve never told anyone this and after I write this I will never open my mouth on this subject again, but… No. I don’t. For me, I don’t see anything wrong with it. I deserve all of the hell that comes with cutting. I don’t want to stop. I would be perfectly content to cut whenever I wanted to, where ever on my body I wanted to. I dream of one day being able to go into a store and buy boxes of razors…. x-acto knifes, steak knives… Of being able to have broken glass to injure with… I would add all of them to my little white box of cutting implements… but the box would get bigger and bigger…. I’d have my choice of what would get the job done best, if I wanted to pattern, grid, do straight lines, or just gash through my skin… My arms are pulsing writing this, my veins are calling to me… It’s horrible, or so people tell me, that I cut, and I suppose even worse that I don’t want to stop. But I don’t, I just don’t.
Person [female, age 18, began to SI at age 14, college student]