Most people cut to feel.
I don't.
I cut to remind myself of how wrong the world is.
These are my battle scars.
Every cut has a story.
It just so happens that none of these have a happy ending.
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Confessions of a Lonely Girl
Short StoryEveryday she woke up dead inside, with a haunted gaze and a broken smile. (All entries are 100% real.)
