Truth is, I don't know how long I've been clean for. Everything feels like it happened so long ago, when I'm alone in my room. The scars are fading, but I have a couple on my left arm that haven't. I told people it was my puppy, they look natural enough, my enbyfriend, Riley, was suspicious, but I insisted. Suprise suprise, I was lying.
Anyway. I think I'm getting better. I care more about stopping even if I slip up sometimes, I'm trying to stop my friends worrying. It hurts. Especially Riley, they think they aren't doing enough and I wanna stop, or at least make it less visible.
In this next photo you can see remnants of the scars, you've been warned, okay?
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