OMG. I actually thrusted the tip of the blade from my penknife into my left hand's middle finger with an approximity of 0.3cm into the flesh of my finger. The entire finger bled like fuck and was bathed in crimson blood. I was momentarily stunned while running my finger under tap water, washing off the blood like washing off my sins. A whole horde of them. My sins. My blood.

And then you laughed.

I don't know whether it's just me or I really don't have the patience to handle guys with huge emotional baggage. Other than inevitably turning me off, I don't see a future (not married life) between him and me.

BVSS camp shall be blogged later, when I have all the time to myself. Meanwhile, I need to be swooned with sweet nothings.