Scars
I panicked as my best friend was looking through my things and grabbed the box where I keep the razors I used to cut myself for so many years.
I panicked as my best friend was looking through my things and grabbed the box where I keep the razors I used to cut myself for so many years.
The same year I started cutting in high school, Christmas lost its magic.
When he said he didn't think I had it in me, I grabbed my razor just to prove him wrong, and immediately realised that cutting myself fucking HURT and I didn't really want to do that ever again.
I don't want him to see that I carved the word 'FAT' into my thigh with a razor, not because of what he'll think of me for being a self-harmer, but because he might agree with my thigh.