One Day at A Time,
I Figure me out,
And I Leave the Past Behind
I’m not sure how the thought ever crossed my mind that day, to pick up those scissors and put them to my arm. I remember being so angry I just wanted to punch scratch bite, all to myself. I wish I never picked them up that day. I wish I never made that first cut. An addiction a battle I fought for years, now cut free for a year the
Little voice in the back of my mind never leaves, I still have to fight the urge every time I am emotionally dealing with something. I still have to hide all the scars. A normal popular girl, I was in the “in crowd” I was that girl of my school. Pretty, smart, athletic… And nobody would ever think I was hiding scars of self harm.
Kaye Gibbons, Ellen Foster (via quoted-books)