Vanity II

I’ve started cutting myself regularly. I always use the red pocketknife, making scratches on my forearms and thighs. I do it when I’m bad in bed or when I’m just bad. He thinks the scratches are disgusting; they’re all over me, and when he sees them, he just shakes his head. “Why are the beautiful ones always crazy?”

I don’t have an answer. I’m just damaged goods, but it made me happy that he called me beautiful.