When my younger brother who I rarely ever see saw the scars on my wrist he was in disbelief that someone like me could find a reason to do such a thing. His defense was to compare our skin telling me how beautiful mine is compared to his and he could never find a reason to personally do it to himself so why would I. In my head I wanted to instead compare our bodies and brains. In his head he had boy's brain in my head I had the same brain but our bodies weren't and that's my reason. I've got a boy's brain but a girls body.
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What's In My Head
RandomJust the random thoughts of a depressed suicidal self harming individual