So... Just dropped out of uni, lasted a month. Everyone was so proud of me going. "We never thought you'd do it" etc etc. Guess I proved all the people who called me crazy right. Now I just sit at my parents house cutting and burning. But I enjoy it. I like thinking I can cut better than other people, and I like the patterns and shapes and splits and flesh and blood. I don't even bother cleaning them up anymore. I used to steri-strip deep cuts cos I know how it looks to non-harmers, and I do wanna be able to be seen as "normal" one day. Not yet. I just leave them to bleed and scar really badly. My legs are a joke. I'm running out of space. Sometimes I think it's harder to face reality. Maybe I'm just scared to leave my looney box and step into the real world, and do something I can be judged for based on my own merits, not the extent of my insanity. Whatever. I don't want to stop. I can be the best at something. Even if it makes me crazy.