I’m wearing a tank top and shorts today – despite the fact that the fading scars are still showing – and it makes me feel proud and so strong.
Schlagwort: self-harm
So my mother wants to go shopping for clothes tomorrow (because I do need something that fits me everything’s too baggy now) and I have no idea how to explain all the scars on my legs.
Okay, so I survived swimming lessons today. I wasn’t even as bad as I thought it would be.
However, my biggest fear did become true.
They saw them, the scars, the 34 cuts and the dried blood I am still not able to remove. Nobody asked me about it, but sometimes, looks can say more than words.
I don’t even have a reason anymore – just this overwhelming need to grab it from my bedside table and use it and it’s fucking scaring me and I think I can’t stop this on my own, I have to take it again and again.
I don’t want this anymore.
The Light in the Sky 