trigger warning
Dear diary,
It's Sunday night. I haven't cut all day. One of my old cuts has become dry and is now a scar. People should be proud when they see their scars, knowing how far they have come. But it isn't like that for me. I see how ugly and uneven they make my hand look. And I hate it.
Why must I be like this?
Yours,
the broken girl
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