Cuts

Some­times I scare even myself.

This morn­ing I woke up from a very… com­plex… dream. I don’t want to get into detail, but the last part of the dream involved me search­ing naked through a gigan­tic heap of razor blades for something.

Woke up and started going over to the com­puter to blog about it, when I started wip­ing my nose. “This is odd,” I thought to myself, “why do I sud­denly have a runny nose? I don’t feel sick at all.” And then I looked at my hand and real­ized it was red.

EDIT: I guess I was unclear. My hand was red because I had a bloody nose, not because I uncon­sciously slit my wrists.

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