[4] They Cut-Cut-Cut-Cut-Cut-Cut-Cut You Up

My beautiful lines are fading.
They're no longer the vibrant red
of new incisions.

The holes I poked in my wrist
still make me smile.
They're my secret,
and I can see them all day long.
I can blame it on those playful adoption kittens.
They just don't know how to watch those claws/teeth!
Adorable, right?

Definitely a lot cuter than
that blade I broke out of a disposable razor.

I can never stop thinking about wanting to make more.
Wanting more reinforcements and reminders
to stay strong and
resist
those
calories!

I need water.
It's so cold out again.
Florida weather,
I will welcome you back
with open arms
and without complaint!