...little, shallow, disposable razor from the dollar store cuts people make. You know, those ones that only bleed a few little droplets. The ones that only take a week or so to heal. The ones that actually do look like cat scratches. It makes me so mad when I see those. It pisses me off so much that other young women and young men (and probably some not-so-young) are doing that to themselves. Don't they know what that leads to? Don't they know that their cuts are only going to become deeper and they're going to find out what's it's like fainting in a bathtub full of your own bloody water. Don't they know that they're going to form scars that won't ever heal. Don't they know they'll get trapped in awkward conversations starting with, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM?" Don't they know that one day they'll cut too deep and next thing they know they'll wake up in a hospital. Don't they know that they're going to have to make up some bullshit lie to tell their children on why they're all scarred up. Don't they know how sick and stupid they are?!
Oh, but they just don't care.
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