*sigh* just something i actually started to sing while making tea. i thought it was pretty symbolic to my current... er... practice, so i wrote it down... typed it down... dee doo dah. now, back to the task at hand; finishing the audio narration for "devil's angel" that i started months ago and never finished.
i'm not looking forward to narrating and editing my current story in progress. it's gonna be loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongthat'swhatshesaid.
it does get a little hard to resist for me, but my friends made me promise not to. problem is, I didn't just do it during depressed episodes, but manic episodes too. it's a little more scary when you cut out of extreme, irrational happiness
try drawing the butterflies with a red pen instead of a marker. that way the pressure sort of brings the pain without actually hurting the skin. I know that part of the satisfaction is seeing the blood, which makes the whole practice sort of hard, but all the same