The Horse's Mouth

Well, it's making it's way around anyway, so fine, yeah, I'm a cutter. And you want to know why I do it? Everyone always fucking wants to know why. Well, there are a variety of reasons and a variety of circumstances. One main reason is because I can't handle my shit. I lose my fucking mind worrying about shit I don't know what the fuck to do anything about. I become near catatonic. I freak out while sitting perfectly still. I'm exploding within and it needs an outlet. And since I'm such a fuck up in so many important, meaningful ways, the cutting gives me something else to worry about. Something superficial and stupid. Something visible to hide along with everything invisible and unseen and unspoken. Everything I try to keep unthought. And humans, we're stupid animals and our bodies can override our minds. So when psychic pain gets to be too much, you can inflict physical pain as a destraction. Like when that asshole uncle tells you he can get you to forget about your headache by stepping on your toe. It's like that.