A few days ago my mom threatened to commit suicide because I didn’t buy her the right brand of cigarettes.
I proceeded to go into my room and drag the pointed end of a flathead screwdriver across the underside of my arm until I began to bleed from multiple cuts. It felt good to take my anger and loathing out on something alive. It made me want to become a cutter.
I’m just waiting for a good day to buy a boxcutter or some proper razorblades. I think having this release will benefit my mood greatly.