The blood, to me, is a major reason why I do it. It's not really the sight of it, it's just, the feeling maybe? It's going to sound strange, but for me, everytime I cut everything bad comes out in the blood. It's like a poison that I have to cut out of myself.
I'm sorry, that's probably really confusing, and maybe disturbing. I don't know, but thats how it is for me.
“Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.”
-Calvin & Hobbes.