People look at
the scars on my arms and legs and ask "what happened?"
I just say "i fell off my bike" or something along
those lines. What really happens is I get a cut or a scrape,
and I pick at it, because it makes all of the other pain go
away.
My mom always says that I have to stop and that no boy ever will
want to date me because my scars are ugly.
and I simply reply with "if i could stop, I would but I just
can't." The longest I've ever gone without picking
is probably like 2 days. People think that cutting and killing
your self is the only self harm you could do. That is totally not
true.