Dark red is becoming a familiar colour to me. Especially over the past week or two.

I've been picking my scabs again. I still am, well after I stop typing this. As long as my hands are doing something other than picking the scabs I should be ok, but I can't make this entry last forever!

I'm staining all the bloody towels! (no pun intended).

It's just so tempting to do it.

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Worry is my main feeling right now. So much worry. 11:15pm