Some pictures that I found

When I had a body I was at least kind of proud of.

Just one of the many words that I carved into my skin.

Old cutting picture.

Another old cut. I can still see this one.

The morning after the worst night of my life. Fifteen seems so long ago... But there I am. Torn up flesh and a busted soul.
--These are all about 2 years old. I am still 7 months clean. I saw these pictures and I just thought of what a sad little girl I was. So lonely in a crowd of people... Well I'm not that little girl anymore. I don't need to cut. It's a past addiction that I can get over. With time and determination, I will be free..