SI

I’ve come to the realization that I have routine-istic (if that’s a word, and even if it’s not) practices with my cutting.
I sit in the same place. Use the same razor (for as long as I can). The same towel for the blood.
I have to feel a certain degree of aloneness. And it has to be silent.
It’s like it’s not just the cutting that you’re addicted to, but the whole routine.