I was messing around with scissors while I was supposed to be reading a primary document for my history class yesterday and I started writing love on my arm. First, I should never play with sharp objects. Second, this was not intentional. It was making a white mark on my arm, kind of like I was scratching off the dead skin (sounds gross, but whatever) anyways, I wrote out love and I noticed that later that night, it was still there- red. When I was writing it it never bleed but it decided that it wanted to stay on my arm until today. So now, it’s still on my arm and it looks like I purposely cut myself. Now I am sitting here contemplating on if I want to make it stay permanently.
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