once upon a time

he did something bad. he knew it was bad. he felt it was bad. but it felt so good doing it anyway. after he did it, whenever he went into the shower he scratched himself really hard, he clawed his back and until it was red and bloody. when his girlfriend was in the shower with him he wouldn't tear so hard but she would still see the marks, and she would ask him in a shocked voice why he was doing this. "Did I? Oops." he would say.

later she found out. later he explained. there was stony silence.



don't ask to see my back please.