i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need to cut
i need
depression has ruined my feet. my mom put a bowl of warm water for my feet just now so she can trim my nails for me. i was so scared when she pulled up my pants because of my scars. i never know when she’ll comment on them or judge me. i feel so much shame.
i don’t like the idea of my parents seeing my healed scars because then they’ll have an idea of how they’re supposed to look if that makes sense???? so then they’ll be able to tell when i cut myself you know