Sometimes I am so ashamed of my scars.
Before, I wasn’t because, anyway, everyone knew that I cut. It wasn’t a secret for anybody. And honestly, I wasn’t hiding it when it was healed. I didn’t care.
But now, I’m in college. I don’t know anyone and nobody knows me. Nobody knows this part of my life. In fact, they don’t know a thing about me.
I want to keep it that way.
So, I cover my arms everyday. I don’t want to show my scars to the world. As much as I hate them sometimes, I love them. And I don’t want to see them disappear.