The skin on my body is a canvas for my "art pieces". Sometimes, it feels really damn good to inflict pain on oneself.

To draw blood from beneath those delicate skin, is like oozing red paint onto that piece of canvas on me.

A few visible ones remind me of things, of people. And it's not all that nauseating. Those markings play as a constant reminder for me.

I suppose I won't be painting my canvas any time so soon. But I'll definitely not discard it away. For it's a good outlet for me. My skin.