It’s the scares that suck. And I don’t mean the emotional “trauma” or whatever, I mean the honest-to-God scars. Sometimes it looks like they’ve almost faded away, but then suddenly it seems they’re brand new. It’s the scars that I have to live with for the rest of my damn life because of something stupid I did years ago.

That’s what they should tell you about to keep you from doing it. They shouldn’t blather about better ways to express yourself or getting “help”; they should just mention the damn scars.

I was naive. Actually, I was stupid. I didn’t think scars were so, well, permanent.

It just sucks that I can change, but they stay the same, you know? I get better, but they just stay the mother-loving same.

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