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You'd only really know why I did this unless you know me personally.
Don't fucking call me emo, either. I'm not.

I had a dream last night, which will explain why I did this.
I just have to say: THERE IS A WARNING THAT THIS WILL TRIGGER/UPSET PEOPLE. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE BLOOD, DON'T READ. You were warned..

Last night, I had a dream that I was being followed by my ex around a shopping centre. He'd find me sometimes, and he'd try grab me and hold my arms away from him so he could ... I don't know why. I was trying to hit him, I think. He followed me around, and I just got fed up, and tried to attack him. Next thing I know, he's holding my wrists and there's blood running down both of my arms. He vanishes for some reason, I see myself in a bathroom, and these are done on the outside of my wrists. I've done this once before, and I certainly regret it. I just can't stop staring at the scars and hating that I did it, and also wondering why I had that dream... Of course, when I did them, there were a lot more and they were too fucking deep. x.x Sorry to haunt your minds with this, guys.

Either way, you're the ones that read. Blame yourselves.

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Taken: 2 mins.

Description
You'd only really know why I did this unless you know me personally.
Don't fucking call me emo, either. I'm not.

I had a dream last night, which will explain why I did this.
I just have to say: THERE IS A WARNING THAT THIS WILL TRIGGER/UPSET PEOPLE. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE BLOOD, DON'T READ. You were warned..

Last night, I had a dream that I was being followed by my ex around a shopping centre. He'd find me sometimes, and he'd try grab me and hold my arms away from him so he could ... I don't know why. I was trying to hit him, I think. He followed me around, and I just got fed up, and tried to attack him. Next thing I know, he's holding my wrists and there's blood running down both of my arms. He vanishes for some reason, I see myself in a bathroom, and these are done on the outside of my wrists. I've done this once before, and I certainly regret it. I just can't stop staring at the scars and hating that I did it, and also wondering why I had that dream... Of course, when I did them, there were a lot more and they were too fucking deep. x.x Sorry to haunt your minds with this, guys.

Either way, you're the ones that read. Blame yourselves.

Used: Paint.
Taken: 2 mins.