yeaaa, relay for life will be fun, camping with da boiz
anyway i have nothing to say so here's something I found :)
"People worry about scars staying. I worry about scars fading. Satisfactory bumps like corrugated paper as I run my fingers down my skin. These are the reminders of the pain suffered. No, not the physical pain, but the pain of reckless passerbys strolling past my life and shoving a nail through my heart, then saying 'oh shit' and running away. Running away I say, not walking off.
These scars are reminders of the mistakes I have made. Every night I stare at the neat stripes of murky brown protruding from the beautiful pale skin behind. Something is trying to push out from beneath these stripes, they keep screaming at me, reminding me not to make the same mistakes.
They call it self-harm, I call it self-discipline. I need to remind myself of the tormenting pain I have endured.
Those nights I crouched in the corner of the room, sobbing silently into my knees.
Those nights I laid on the cold floor in winter, letting the wind from the gap under the door engulf me.
Those nights I stared at my eyes in the mirror and found nothing underneath; hollow, soulless.
But I know better now. I know not to suffer from the same mistakes. All I need is these scars to stay, I need them to remind me every night. They need to stay, because nothing else does."