I hate them all yet I crave it I crave just one drop of rich crimson liquid to appear, magically from my clean, healed, smooth skin. I hate it, I feel like this skin is a barrier, a straight jacket, and my very soul is pushing at it to get out. why dont people understand? this is too much. if I comfort ate, people wouldnt care it just so happens my relationship with food is a hate/hate situation. And the thing that makes me feel better it cutting I used to crave a cut deeper. keep thinking, even as I cut, I wish I could just go deeper, feel it deeper in my skin. but now, I just want to feel it. FEEL SOMETHING.