But the urge came back to me. When nobody cared. Nobody said I missed you. Nobody said "Hey, let's hang out". Nobody said anything. I just looked at my arm, and cut it... And Jesus, after so long it was so good. I looked at my large scar on my wrist (Above it, whatever that's called) and I lightly cut it and it opened and bled so much (I don't know what to call such a scar). It felt good. I felt better. What the hell is wrong with me?