I have been thinking about cutting my arm all day now. Thinking about how to bandage it, what angle to cut it, when and what to use. I miss these thoughts, but I feel like I am letting so many people down by considering them. My mind is in two as I think about cutting my flesh, I think about the look I would get from my mum, the look of inconvenience.
It’s winter, and wearing long sleeves isn’t a weird thing to do now. So hiding my wounds wouldn’t be as hard.
And to be honest, they don’t care. Even if they did notice my scars, […]