I thought the scratches faded and weren't that noticeable. But today, B found out about it and you know how bad I am at hiding. So they know. Oh my god, they must think how weak as a person I am to do such thing. Or how I was craving attention or something. Geez I couldn't even state a valid explanation to T, I don't knowi it was just so much, I didn't know how to say to her; where to start why I did it to myself. I am so ashamed. How can those faded out things came in notice? I almost forgot I had them, I almost forgot about the night I tried to harm myself in someway possible. I almost forgot I felt low, like the lowest human being who was just a wasted space on this earth. But after that night, the week I pulled my shit together, all I could, and I did feel a bit strong and I promised myself I will never ever do such thing ever. But I feel like doing it again for the sake of doing it. No I am not gonna do it. This weekend I am gonna stay positive. Yes. I won't crave such thing. I matter. I do. That's enough for me not to cut my skin.
Dear B, I don't watch the news but there has been a lot of speculations on social media of a possible world war III. My sister just texted me that I should save up money as we don't know what that might do to the economy. It is ironic because I just ordered something online last night. Every time I go out, I spend. I don't even have a good paying job and I spend like I have full time. However, one thing I learned from my past is that there is no point in stressing about the future. What I have control over is now. I can either live in the moment or ruin it by ruminating and what good will it bring to my life? Living alone can get boring. However, I am trying to find things to do. Maybe I will visit a bookstore today. Lets see. I have rearranged the furnitures yesterday. Cleaned as well. The place looks good. Maybe I will go IKEA. I love it there. Even though I can't afford furnitures, I just enjoy looking at them. Oh what to tell you B. My in-laws are coming this...
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