I cut myself once. It wasn’t even that. It was like carving. With sharp plastic. When I was in middle school. I have a very obsessive personality (luckily it’s dulled down over the years.) so there was a celebrity I was obsessed with at the time. Me, being a fucking idiot, carved his nickname into my knee. … I wanted a scar. I had one for a long time. It’s faded now but OMG. I was one of those crazy obsessive people at one point. I’m not like that anymore, thankfully. I don’t know why I wrote this. I just felt like it. Mhm.