I use to be afraid that someone would notice this, someone would ask me why i did it, and i wouldnt know what to say. I use to think people would judge me for it, i use to think people would think im just doing it for attention. But it's about time to not give a fuck. The scars are my memories, they define who i am today and what i went through to still be here today. It's been a habit since yr7, i havent changed, only thing that has change is my perception on such behaviors. Some people have music as their outlet, painting as an outlet, drawing, writing diary entries, whatsoever, for me its different. Pain is my only exit. Only physical pain could help me temporarily forget about the mental pain. This is no longer called self harm in my vocabulary, it's called being free, and it's time for me to understand i dont need to give a fuck what people think, its my life, its my story. I'm proud to have them, its what makes me, me.