I'm not forgetting... I'm regretting... I'm regretting cutting myself.. I literally don't wear any shirt that has sleeves going above my elbow because I'm self conscious of my scars..
I'm regretting not listening to everyone that told me it was bad and it would eventually lead to suicide because well... eventually it'll get to much of an obsession and you'll go to far and kill your self..
And most of all I regret breaking promises I made to people..
This is the final part of this book.. I'll see you in the next one.
