today/tomorrow is the anniversary of something very special to me, which i think noone else in this world will remember apart from me.
i dont want to go into specifics, it would be too difficult for me to express exactly what i was trying to say. if i had to try explain how it feels, i would compare it to the anniversary of the death of a loved one. someone who everyone else in this world has forgotten, forgotten they ever existed, and forgotten that they ever loved this person. it feels like i am standing here holding a candle at their grave, and everyone else has betrayed this persons memory, has taken everything back, moved on and forgotten. im left here screaming silently trying to remind them of the beautiful times and perfect memories, and they walk on by, oblivious, uncaring. i never once thought they'd ever forget.
maybe its because the anniversary and that time in my life when i self harmed are closely linked. i feel the urge to cut again, to add another scar alongside the rest of them. to show that someone remembers. to show how much i care. to dull the emotion that comes along with these memories. theres nothing else i can do.
my forearms already bear several long scars, explaining a fresh cut would be impossible to dismiss as another accident to anyone with any sense, and thats whats stopped me in the past... right now im beyond caring.