It Was the Best of Times
It was the worst of times.
I don't know why I turned to it... There were so many options that seemed like a better route to go down. I still remember the first time, my hand was shaking so badly it took me forever to even begin.
I remember (it's impossible to forget), I took my anger and disgust out mainly on my stomach and hips. Although the scars disgusted me (still do to this day) and made me feel worse I couldn't help it. I kept going and that sense of release left me feeling like it helped me every time I did it.
I started 2 years ago and the last time was 3 months ago. The fresh scars are still light and very obvious but I think I'm okay now.
Although I'm not as happy as I once was. I'm definitely on the road. I don't need any more scars to add to my collection.