(storytime#2) Scars
Okay, so everyone has there thing when their depressed to make them cry.
Its just what depressed people do.
They either cut
Listen to sad music
Cry
When I was at my lowest point (and around purberty) my back and shoulders as well as my face got broke out real bad. Especially my shoulders.
I would hate it so much that I began to pick at the scabs I would leave behind. I would do this till i bled and there would be a noticable wound on my back or face.
Fast foward to now.
My achny on my face is gone but my shoulder achny only got worse.
And i still pick out of habit.
Its seriously got out of hand. Like, things to clear up your achny isn't working for me.
Moral of the story; never get a bad habit
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