Sleeves

Winter

Winter is my favourite season. The frigid air, and crunchy snow beneath your feet. But the best part about winter is sleeves. Nice long sleeves, that cover your oh so damaged arms. My lame is Lexi, and I'm a cutter. I've been cutting for about seven months now. Ever since that first cut, (the shallowest I've ever done) I haven't been able to bring myself to get rid of the blades. Cutting is the only thing that brings me joy, that instant feeling you get as your skin splits in two and the warm blood trickles down your arm. Oh the blood. My favourite shade of red. Anyway here's my story...