BY THE WAY
this contains graphic depictions of self harm as well as some swearing, read at your own discretion.
Maybe... maybe I'm not good enough for him.
I don't know how I could even REMOTELY match up to his standards.
He's too harsh.
Maybe I should...
sssliCE!
My thighs start bleeding. I hold the scissors at an odd angle, the blades dangling from my hand.
The shower water sprays onto the cuts, it stings. "Ow, fuck!" I say as i feel sharp stinging on my thighs.