One cut, two, three, maybe even four.
I lost track, not even that. I lost more, more than anyone will ever know. I’ve lost myself. I can see it, sitting here. So alert of what I’ve done, what I’ve done to myself. Over and over again. I see the vivid red seeping out of my tan skin. The contrast of color makes me think about how bad things are, compared to how they used to be. I can feel myself getting weaker. I sit...