Blood journal

I have a secret and personal journal filled with tissues of my own blood. I've had it since I was 12 years old, it used to be a diary, but as I grew older and became edgy, it turned into... That. I sometimes find myself critiquing how "well" I did with the amount of blood transferred from my cuts to the tissue. It would range from "Lame" to "amazing". I don't have a room, so I have to hide the notebook with my unimportant stuff that I don't want to throw away. My mom knows I have a journal, I'm just not sure if she actually reads it. I've written very edgy stuff there, and also about the big secret she told me not to tell anyone. I guess I'll write about that one soon. There's probably more than 15 pages with bloodied tissues taped onto them in my journal by now. Uh. I don't think dried blood would kill me so I might keep it for the rest of my life.