Hitchhiking through the mountains soon. I can already see them in the distance. I decided to see if self-mutilation was any good. I took my Swiss army knife and dragged it along the inside of my thigh just below the panty-line. It let a trail of blood down my thigh that felt luscious, but it wasn’t as good as when I was being cut by those nuts in the woods.
I took the blood from inside my thigh and tasted it. That metallic tang had me puckering my face a little, but it wasn’t terrible. Then, I drew some along my breasts and throat, up to my jaw line. I’m sure I must have looked a sight to passers-by, but I can always tell them that it’s just paint for a costume I’m trying out. Halloween isn’t that terribly far off, after all. I hope someone will give me a ride soon, it’d be nice to reach my destination before Halloween, attend a few parties, and really get into the spirit of things, you know?