: About Me

My body, covered in scars, the physical manifestation of mental pain. I don't inflict the original wounds, they happen naturally. A bite, a cut, an abrasion, these are the playground of my fingers, scratching and bloodying what might be an otherwise unnoticeable mark. The incessant picking, the constant re-wounding, are these the hallmarks of a personality disorder? After years of introspection, cut-throat honesty, and realization, I know now a bit of why I do this. The mental mystery is not completely dissolved, but I have discovered a faint trail that could possibly lead me to the truth....