So I was supposed to bleed in the book a
week ago. I have been hoping to bleed on
my own because the whole thought of doing danger to myself makes me ill. I am too pretty to cause actual harm to
me. I did ask my boss to stab me and she
said yes, but has yet to deliver. James
whipped out a pocket knife the other day and I asked him to stab me. He just looked at me like I was nuts. I thought he would’ve jumped at the chance,
but he did not. So I asked him to cut
the tumor off my leg. He informed me it
was an ingrown hair and he was not using his knife on my nonsense. If I bleed, you will see it.
Next day (was in class when I wrote
this, had to actually pretend to do something):
of course I bleed, a lot, when I can’t find the book.
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