I like picking at scabs.

[escapingrealms]

I have a scab on my wrist area, and I keep picking at it cause it itches like a motherfucker.

I have reopened the damn thing too many times and it's a nasty scar.

I know you want to lick the scar.

Scars are hot. I like to touch them.

I want to bite off part of my finger. But, part of me just thinks I'm being gross.

I'd put that in formaldehyde. In a small jar, like a baby food jar or something like that.

I wish I could scream as loud as I feel I need to.

I'm scared for some reason.

I want to go somewhere with someone I trust and have them scream at the top of their lungs and then tell me to do it.

I've never fully let out a gutteral scream.

I need to. I feel things building up inside me ready to pop out and it's infecting my mind.

I lit an ant on fire tonight. It was cool to watch him curl up and almost pop.

You know what I did the other day? I had some skin that I had peeled off (yea I'm a ginger so sensitive skin means I peel when I burn)...

I don't have freckles though...so...

Anyway, I took this piece of skin and I lit it with a lighter and then smelled it.

It was really cool.

I smelled my skin burn. It bubbled at first and then curled up. Neat.

I could use a clove right now, but it's too cold to open the window or front door.

I need one :(

Okay maybe I don't.

I think I might be going insane right now.

My mental cat is clawing up my self esteem, while my inner waffles are eating themselves. MMM...waffles.