Sometimes I have no faith in myself as a person. Sometimes I think i’m ugly. And stupid. And have nothing to offer. Sometimes I think that no guy will ever love me because i’m not special enough to love. It disgusts me to think of myself in that way.

Secret #1

I'm guilty of pretending, that is my secret.

Scars...

They’re kind of pretty in a way, but at the same time I’m incredibly ashamed of them. They’re markings that prove me to be weak, addicted, and hurt. They’re carvings that say “I can’t cope” in their own language. They’ll be there to remind me of my weakness. They’ll remind me that I’m addicted. No matter how long I go without cutting, I will always be a cutter. The temptation can never go away. It’ll always seem like the easy way to deal with it.

Secret #74