I Have Divorced ParentsI remember once when I was around 8, I kneeled on my bed and waved out my window as my dad drove away after one of his weekly visits. I missed him so much. I cried into the night. I felt so alone. I inched towards mum's room to find some sort of...See More »
I Have a ScarNot proud of it at all...I don't self-harm anymore. It's a big ugly white one on my thigh. I didn't have a razor or knife at the time and I remember just hacking away at it with a blunt plastic toothpick, each slash just deepening the same cut. Ouch.