I find it very satisfying to cut open the blisters on my feet when they're "loose"-- white, dead, thickly flabby bags of clear fluid that reminds me of tears. I like to let it out and give the raw, pink, new sole underneath a chance to breathe. I enjoy this the way I think some people enjoy, like, showering, or grooming their hair.

This is the kind of post you can expect from me.

Hell, I may just use this journal to tell people things they don't want to know about bodies and the things they do under pressure.