I roll up my sleeves. Just look at what you've done to yourself. This is all your fault. I run my finger over the scars. I hated them. I hated them so much. I disgusted my scars. I wish I've never done it... I regret it so much. But as much as I hated them, it also makes me realize that I never want to go back to that time. I'm strong now. Cutting myself is something I had sworn to myself I'd never do again, just because I know I'd get addicted again, and I may become unable to quit. I was lucky enough to find the strenght to quit now. I hope I can keep my promiss and never cut myself again, ever. I wanted to thank Kellin, thank him for saving my life.All Rights Reserved