My Scars- People tell me I've ruined myself by the marks I make on my skin. I don't think that's true. I know they're not pretty or fun to look at because they bring me so much despair, but I can't imagine myself without them. They're a piece of me. I love them, but they're running away and I don't know what to think of it. Part of me is happy part of me is make more keep the scars. I have a story that each scar is a sentence. I wrote a novel on my skin and I don't want it to be erased. It was also a mistake though. A very large mistake I regret every minute of it. People don't understand as much as they think they do. Yeah they probably know the basics that I'm unhappy or in pain, but they don't understand the emotional level. Even Phil doesn't get me. He also knows that he doesn't. I love him for that, but I also hate him for pretty much giving up. He's always mad at me now so I just stopped leaving my room. I want my scars and cuts and pain back, but I don't know if I'm strong enough to do it. They're fading and I still want the novel written on my skin to stay. It took a lot to write it. So today I'm gonna continue to live for the sake of my novel
Dan Howell