<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“ When you have ocd it’s not a matter of cutting to feel pain, it’s because I don’t use a razor blade or a knife. I use my nails... There still really cool, I like them. <i>Fuck shit bitch mother fucker! </i>“ She blurted out as she ran her fingers through her hair, smiled at him rubbing her lips together she tapped her nails on the table then chewed on her lower lip. This was probably the first time she‘d been outside in months cause usually she had to be watched, it was mainly because she’d either start ticking out really bad or try to hurt herself which was never on purpose. She told one of the therapists that the voices in her head told her to do it, spent two weeks in isolation. the blonde was literally bouncing off the walls, laughing like a maniac it wasn’t fun though. <a class="username" data-user-id="28691" data-username="@Kosmik_Khaos" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/28691/">@Kosmik_Khaos</a> </span>