It's Monday, and I just finished up an actual decent weekend. My mom was out of town doing God knows what, God knows where, so I just kind of stayed home and breathed for once in a while. Since Friday night I have been blade free and it feels so damn good.
Sure, I can't make the scars go away, or the pain I feel creeping into my emotions when I see them, or feel my fingertips lightly brush over the slightly raised, overlapping lines across my forearms. But what I can do, is begin again. And what I mean by begin again, is begin the long journey of trying to tolerate, maybe even like myself. Because you know what they say, you can't love someone else, until you learn to love yourself.
And that is the goal right; love? Isn't that the point of life? Hey, maybe that could be my goal this year, since I'm trying out this whole "positive" thing- to learn to love. Maybe just myself, or maybe even someone.
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Hey guys! Sorry this chapter is so short, but I literally get the worst writers block, so yeah. Oops. But I'm posting Ch. 3 soon. Don't forget to vote and comment!
Stay beautiful,
-Cassidy
