Burn
She felt that burning sensation. The one which she was quite addicted to. The one which she couldn't wait to feel at the end of the day. The feeling that kept her believing that she was actually alive. All she felt these days was numb. She couldn't understand why as she'd led a perfectly normal life. She didn't have a chaotic love life. She didn't have an abusive family. Someone who led the life she did should be happy, but she wasn't. Very far from it, to be honest.
She didn't know why she felt like that. She knew she should be happy. But she just couldn't help feeling that way. It wasn't her fault; it wasn't anyone's fault. She was just empty. Maybe she was lonely.
She has never really had a proper boyfriend. Sure, there were a few guys through the years. She had liked a few guys and none of them rejected her. When she was them it just didn't feel... right. She always thought that if she had found the right guy everything would just fall into place. She hadn't felt that yet. So, maybe she was lonely because all her friends had significant others and she was always a spare wheel around them.
She really, honestly couldn't work out how she felt. Her emotions were a mess. That was part of the reason why she did it. It was a focus point for those emotions. It didn't help her understand them, but to her, it felt much better.
God knows how long it would take her to stop. Maybe she never would, completely.
AN: so yeah, I wrote this when I was felling ugh. Doesn't really have a character. On the subject of me feeling ugh, if you want to read my blog, contact me because I don't want randomers to read it, I want people who actually truly want to read it. R&R