I scratch myself, not cut though… Not yet. That’s the scary part, I use a needle and scrap it across my arm, just my left one. Sometimes is just a small scratch that goes away when you rub it, like when you itch yourself. Other times it’s deep enough to leave a scab, those are the ones that leave real marks. Then… In rare times, they bleed. It has only happened twice, but that was when I felt relief, not the euphoria just… It felt like the feeling when you see a dog, I felt happy when I saw the blood trickle down. I don’t think this habit will end well, I know it but I can’t stop.
Go out and get laid.