I can’t cut cos all the people in my class will pick on me when they see it. I wna die
Today this guy from my orientation group saw my scars and he said in front of everyone “what happened to your hand sia?!?! You cut ah!??!?”
Everyone was staring. I wanted to cry.
Then I was like “huh”
Then he said ” your left arm!!”
I was like ” huh.. No.” I spoke damn softly. On the verge of tears.
Then he was like “what, you helping your mother chop vegetables then you chop your arm ah?! Haha”
Then everyone started laughing.
I didn’t know what to do.
I miss the times when people in sjc just left it alone.
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All I want is to be able to look into the mirror one day and be happy with myself. That’s all. I fucking swear
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My moods have been horrible for the past week or so.
Even my skin is showing it. My eczema is temperamental so when I get stressed and angry and shit, I break out like fuck. And now my skin is at it’s worst.
It’s a vicious cycle.
Fuck this.
