My already scarred arms were covered in bruises. I had hit them against walls and punched myself repeatedly. My crush, who is clean from cutting, asked me what happened...
All I said was," I like bruises"
She said nothing.
My best friend, who thankfully has never struggled with self harm, asked what happened...
I said," You already know"
She said," I know you like bruises, but I asked what happened. What happened?"
I told her," I happened. I did it."
She simply said,"Okay. But, never again, next time call me"
Recovery is a long road.
I hope I make it.
-JT
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Acakrandom thoughts from my depressed suicidal brain This is my way of coping. I'm learning to rant on wattpad instead of cut, binge purge...etc. Also, most of the time when I'm writing this stuff I'm upset and have no regard for spelling and grammar ch...
