it was hurting other people. The way I was started affecting them, and it would make me feel worse. They were blaming themselves while I was blaming myself and it was just getting confusing
I was tired of cutting myself. I was looking at myself in disgust. Why would I do that? All these scars for what? And I never wanted to be like that. Those scars I have are for life, and it never had to be that way.
Being the way I was is so exhaustive. Like it was draining me so much. But trying to pretend to be happy drained me more. So I kind of thought, let's try change because maybe you might have some energy for other people.
I wanted to prove them wrong. I wanted to show them that wasn't why I was born. I don't want attention for what I do to myself. I want attention for what I'm good at