okay small story time.
i was in class, my head propped up on my left arm (ps arm with all my scars)
well THE BITCH of the class turns around to ask me something and stares at my arm, looks at me, then back at my arm.
"what are those from?" she asks and i just look at her.
"i used to cut. got a problem?"
and she just shook her head and looked at them again.
she just said, “i’m proud of you.” and smiled before turning back around.