I wear a wristwatch just so I can hide the scars under it. In fact, I’ve become so used to hiding my scars that I feel quite insecure without wearing a wristwatch.
I should’ve never cut.
Cutting wasn’t a solution to anything. Damn it, I knew it, but why didn’t I stop? Why, oh why did I cut on the same place over and over again – thereby making it impossible to heal? Self-harming only brought me more hardships and more self-hate. The temporary bliss I felt from seeing myself bleed could never compete with the cuts I inflicted upon myself.
I should’ve gone to a psychiatrist. Anything is better than having scars. Talking to a professional- maybe I wouldn’t have been able to reveal the whole truth to a doctor but still – must have been helpful.
Fuck.
I hate myself for cutting. The scars are so damn fucking hideous.
The cat excuse is so overused too. Fuck.
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Why use the past tense ? You can still talk to a professional right now. And not just “can”, you probably “should” (at least if you feel like you’re up for it). Even if you can’t reveal the whole truth, you don’t necessarily need to get it out all at once.
don’t hate yourself for cutting. i did and i still do sometimes..i know it’s awful to see your scars. but maybe you should try some medicine? olive oil helped me. maybe you should try it. don’t hate yourself please. you are beautiful. don’t forget it! 🙂
I burned and cut want to get rid of the arm if i could so jacked up not suggeting at least there cuts you could easily get a tattoo sleeve to cover them