Okay, here is the story. I think I was a child masochist- Annnddd I think I still have some of it in mee?- In my old class, there were some other masochists too I think- They would take out the sharpener blades and who knows what they'd do with it- I was the leader of a group because I was known as the 'goody two shoes' and the rest of that group was pretty dumb- Some of them not that much. We would sometimes sharpen our pencils to the sharpest and then stab ourselves with it and find it joyful- I don't know what the **** was wrong with me back then but I think I still have a little percentage of my masochism-