If I wasn't a psychology major, I wouldn't bother hiding it. Problem is, I am surrounded by psychologists every day, some of whom will be deciding whether or not I get into the grad program I'm applying for. It doesn't attest well to my mental health that I cut. I know there are those who can look past the prejudices and see that I CAN be a therapist, but there are those who can't and I cannot take my chances to find out which of my professors will and will not hold it against me that I cut, ya know?

It's not that bad. Worse than what I generally do, but not the worst ever in my history. I'm what you might call a "delicate" cutter. I don't generally cut bad enough to need stitches. This one was kinda borderline whether or not it was bad enough to need stitches. Probably leaning toward NOT needing them. Anyway it's not going to pass as a cat scratch for sure. Too wide. And next to it is a faded scar that has turned white and on the other side, it's less-purple, less-deep little friend. So it's obvious what it is. Or it will be to anyone who would know- and that would be include psychologists.

Why did I do this?