Every time I wake up, I see only darkness, and sometimes the light reveals a pale, grayish world that slowly eats away at me, leaving me empty. In that moment, I see my skin, how much it bothers me. Its texture is uncomfortable, and I wish I could be rid of it, even if it damages the exposed muscles. I don't know how much longer I can endure these strange thoughts, and I wish they would stop. I suppose my skin hates me too, for hating it.
ouuuuuu spoooky!
>>34703638Clankers don’t have skin.
>>34703638I understand that feeling of wanting to tear your skin off; I get it when I have an itchy artery. My advice is not to obsess over the itching, that's all.
