Just by reading other posts, I’ve realized that I’m so lucky to have the friends that I do. I wouldn’t be here or be sane without them. I can’t be thankful enough. I have also come to the conclusion that I like my scars. They make me what I am and remind me of all my bad traits but also the good, how far I’ve come. Someday I hope to find someone who can accept me for who I am, and show me how to forgive myself, because I am my own worst enemy.