is that too much to ask?
Housemate just came in asking for plasters etc because another housemate had “slashed her wrist”, naturally I went into panic mode and jumped out of bed to help. Turns out she’d broken a glass while clearing up and has the smallest cut on her hand/wrist. Some people need to be more careful what words they use around who.
My scars are fading, it’s not good enough. They need to shame me, to single me out, to harm me. They need to harm me like I harmed myself.
I want a beautiful tattoo on my forearm, so I will never be ashamed to show it again.
Silly silly kitty, leaving perfectly parallel lines on my wrists…