{22-10-17}
my legs still have scars on them from those nights. the nights when things would get too much, the times where i would literally drive myself mad. purely from just thinking. id scratch my legs raw. sometimes with my nails. sometimes with any object i could find.
scissors.
pencils.
anything i could do to physically inflict myself with pain. it was so much easier to physically feel pain than to emotionally feel it. or at least it is...was...i don't really know anymore. you chose all those years to pick his side. i haven't let a word slip from my tongue since then. words cant even describe the pain i feel anymore. the welts on my thighs speak so much more easily than i ever could.
