I'm so stupid! To wear baggy shorts when I have multiple deep scars on my calf! I knew this day would come, the day they would find out, my dad and step mom. Good this is they didn't tell my mom. I told them I've been doing this since the 5th grade, so it's nothing new. They told me if I didn't stop they'd have to take me somewhere. They offered to take me to a therapist. I fucking hate therapist so much, they act like they know everything about you, and they tell you that they're there to help you. All lies, they're there to mess with your mind, make you think in another way, a way of manipulation. I've been to therapy twice. Once when I was 8, then again when I was 12. I know what it's like, I know they're games, all of them. I tell them what they want to hear so they think I'm fine, then I'll never have to go again.
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RandomYeah that's my arm, but these are my scars from a while back, these are gone now. With new ones in their place, but smaller....