It brings me to tears to realize that these scars are forever. I can’t undo what I’ve done to my body. My wrists will never be smooth and clean ever again. I will have to deal with people judging me based on my scars my whole life. I’m not ashamed of them, but I am ashamed of the person I was when I destroyed myself. The thing about scars is that they’re scars. Not cuts anymore. They’re in the past. I’m not who I was when I made them. It just hurts to know I’ll never be pure again.