I’ve wanted to scratch all day. But it seems someone up there is trying to keep me from doing it I haven’t had a moment alone all day. My former cuts are healing to just light scars.
I miss the red scabby cuts across my arms, I miss the burning pain when I wash my hands and arms. I miss the burning when I run my fingernails or keys down the inner soft skin of my forearms.
But maybe it’s for the best. Short sleeve weather is upon us, and it may be time to move to my freshly shaved thighs. I know a normal person would say maybe it’s time to just stop. But I miss the pain. I miss the “high” I get from the pain.
But for today I guess the itch will subside until the next time.