once my sister saw the scars. she freaked out and cried and i told her i was fine but promised her i'd never do it again, but i just can't stop. i don't really care much about what it does to me. mainly what other people would think about me if they knew. she's the only one who's known, and now she thinks i simply stopped. she didn't realize that it's not that easy and has no idea it's still going on.

*Your eyes must do some raining if you’re ever going to grow.*