"there are still bandages on my arm. i have to change them twice a day. every time i take them off, i cringe and wrap it up again as fast as i can. just looking at it, seeing that constant reminder of how fucked up everything is, its hell. people don't seem to understand that. they think self harm is a trend, they romanticise it, and it makes me sick. just because you self harm does not mean some cute boy is going to kiss your scars and tell you you're beautiful. you can't just put a bandaid on your wrist or write pretty words on your skin. that's not how it works. self harm is exactly how i just described it. its a constant reminder of everything wrong. it's a reminder of how low you felt in that one moment and people think that that one moment just describes you and-... im sorry, im ranting. you probably don't care. you probably don't have to deal with this kind of thing anymore since you're with her... so, uh... good night."