Nightmares in my head.

I'm currently fighting with captaindorkypanda about going to a youth group to see her friend patrick.
Why? Because he flirts with her and tells her he loves her.
She doesn't think he is.

You see those?
That's my left leg.
I did those in october.
I'm proud of them.
Not proud of the fact that I cut.
But proud of the fact that my life went to nothing, and I managed to get it back.
Proud of the fact that I didn't end my life.
Those are my battlescars, and I am proud of them.