Towel under the doe, we wasn’t even supposed to smoke…
Shut the fuck up, everything gone be fine….
The fact that I haven’t cut/even thought about cutting in a very long time makes me proud of myself. It just takes time. One day, I’ll fully heal. But these scars are forever. Damn.
But like I hate that one day, I’ll have to explain that to my husband and my KIDS. The worst thing that could happen is my children think its okay and consider doing it themselves. Fuck.
This makes me sad now.
