It’s a little part of my scars.
I learned to live with them. Maybe it is not good, it may be disgusting. But they retains traces of my story. My pain and a lot of things. They are more than a scar, they are the things that make me who I am. Nobody’s perfect and you not too. We all have secrets, stories, pains. If you think i am repulsive cause i cut myself, keep thinking like that. I do not mind your thoughts. Peoples who love me, they love me for who i am. End it’s enough for me.