Sixty-three.
The number of scars I can count on my
body. Most of those are self-inflicted, others have funny stories and some
don't have any story at all. I keep to my word, which is the only reason why I
haven't started cutting again. I made a promise to my best friend a year ago
that I would stop hurting myself. Sometimes I wish I had never made that
promise. Sometimes I regret my promise but I will try to stay strong. People may
think I'm psychotic but the pain feels good. It's my way of knowing that
I'm still alive.
Like I said in my last post.. Old habits
die hard.
Keep Strong! You can do it! I believe in you! <3
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