When I look at my wrist I only see scars. they’re not that noticeable. You can see my burns and everyone’s reaction is either “wow, what
happened?” or “girl, did someone claw you?” I wonder what the would say
if the could see the scars from my cuts. It’s almost been three weeks
since I’ve done it. three weeks and the marks have nearly vanished. I
miss them. I miss being able to trace them. I feel empty when I look at
where they used to be. All I see is clean skin that can be cut again. I know that I’m doing a good job with not cutting, but times like these I
can’t help it. I can’t stand a clean wrist.
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the blogger
I’m the type of person that enjoys making an impact on people’s day. I enjoy putting a smile on others faces. It doesn’t matter if they are a complete stranger or a best friend. I treat everyone with the same amount of respect. I’m the type of person that says “please” and “thank you”. The person that holds the door open for you. The person that lets you cut ahead in line. The person that says “bless you” when you sneeze. The person that spots you a couple dollars if you need it. The person that picks up your pencil off the floor. The person that reminds you that not everyone is cold hearted and distant. The person that shows you that not all good people are gone. The one that makes an impact on your day whether it be only for a minute or a lifetime. I’m the person that shows you that there still is hope in humanity. I’m the person that believes acts of kindness can change the world for the better.