four months, down the drain. i want to get a tattoo when i am older, one that looks like the red scratch on my hand at the base of my thumb. i have tried to tell myself that it doesent count, but i know that it does. i know that after four months i have hurt myself again, but to be honest i dont care. everything was just building up inside of me and everytime i look at the cut i am not angry or sad. i am strangely happy or proud. i dont know why. this cut right now means so much […]
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