I cut myself. Not kitty scratches but actual cuts that need stitches. And for some reason, I’m proud of it. Of them. I like the scars that are REAL. I don’t get stitches because I’m somehow scared of that, but not the blade, and it leaves a larger scar. The problem is I can’t hide them really, so I always wear sweaters, but I love my scars a lot. I’m pretty sure I’m not normal because of that. I think I like them because I deserve them.