brittroig
I kept snapping the elastic band on my wrist, harder and harder. I was hoping it would leave welts. This elastic band was supposed to be in place of me cutting myself, but I didn't see how it was any better. I was still hurting myself, just not with knives this time.
Driving by the ocean was always my favorite. I loved viewing the endless trails of blue and deep green, the foam of the sea lapping upon the damp sand. The smell of the salty sea air wafting through my windows made it simply pleasurable.