This year has changed me. For the worst or for the better, it has. I've harmed myself. Although it might seem bad, when I look at it now or when I see the scar on my wrist, I don't think "That scar is damn ugly af." I'm not romanticising self-harm in any way, but it just gives me hope.
The scar symbolises my pain. And when I see it fading I think about how I've gotten over it. Maybe with other problems I can too.
So if I had a choice, I would've never wanted for it to fade. It reminds me of how I was brave enough to continue, and for that I am proud.
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REAH'S DIARY
RandomConveying my inner thoughts and feeling, rants, letting go of suppressing feelings and regaining the happiness that I once had.
