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Scarred Summer
I meet someone and my eyes automatically shift from their face to their arms, and I search for the slightest proof of self-injury. When I see none, I envy them. I envy their smooth skin, their ability to wear short sleeves, to not have to hide behind a dozen bracelets or heavy make-up that doesn't cover up enough.
I haven't been to the beach in a very long time, now not even a lake, nor the pool. I dread the summer. My friend is already making plans for us to go to the pool. But I won't be able to go. Not without wearing knee-long shorts. I see girls wearing shorts, and hate myself.

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same here.
1 year () (Permalink)I always look for signs of self-harm on other people. I'm almost desperate to find someone like me so i can have someone to talk to about it. I still havent found anyone, which i guess is good, because i wouldnt wish this on anyone. But i wish i could be like them.
And i know what you mean about going to the pool and stuff. I has been bothering my mind ever since it dawned on me that summer was coming and i now have many scars to hide on my legs. If you want to talk message me, be glad to listen.
You say I'm always happy, that I'm good at what I do, but what you'll never realize is I'm a damn good actress too.
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It's very hard. There are
1 year () (Permalink)It's very hard. There are creams to help fade the scars, but for me that wouldn't feel right. I hope your mind rests from these thoughts. Things will be better, lets hope :) And thank you. I will message you. You can message me whenever you want too :)
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