It's so strange.To randomly see an old scar on my wrist.I can still faintly remember doing it.With a knife instead of a razor.Because i couldn’t find one that wasn’t rusted.Too afraid to risk tetanus. Because bleeding out would be better than that.I still faintly remember doing it.But I’m so glad i can’t remember why i did it.Properly.Down the road instead of across the street.But i can’t remember why.memories that i don’t want back…