People ask me if I was ever emo or if I cut myself.
Saying no isn’t really a lie. I used to carve letters into my skin, and since I was caught doing that, I just started scratching areas until they were raw. They take a few weeks to heal up after that, and then scar. Most people seem to thing they’re bruises, others think hickeys. I personally don’t care, as long as they don’t ask me what they are.
They’re the only way that I can escape mental torment when it hits.
Sorry, anyone who knows me. Don’t mean to disappoint.
