Bandages.

The thing is that a while back i read this one shot about a dude who had a fetish for women in who were injured and in bandages.
He got a gurlfriend who he wanted to try his fetish on but he failed and because he loved her he agreed to forget that fetish but i the end he was still fasinated by bandaged women.

I began thinking and soon i started noticing women in bandages and i was like 'yea. thy do seem more...attractive that way.'
Then once to control my anger i sunk my nails deep into my wrist. One day my mother asked where i got the scars from and i told her. She gave me this really disgusted look and said 'do i know you?'
That was the second turning point.

So band-aids became a sort of...accesory to me, like nailpolish. But i rarely ever wore them cux i rarely ever get injured.
I stopped eating because i liked the way my ribs looked, all sticking out.
my parents took me to the doctor cux thy thought something was wrong with me.

Luckily i abondoned everything after that but recently...ive been feeling weird again o.o

****, i dunno why i wrote this in a blog but i feel much better though now that i did.