My classmate drew cuts on her skin today

she drew it bright red like it was fresh, and asked the girl next to me if they looked real.

I haven't thought of it for a while, but at that moment I glanced down at my own arms. The scars were fading, I could barely see them.

I'm been feeling much better these days, ever since I started taking medication, so I don't really have a reason to relapse. But I can't stop thinking about doing it.

I don't know why I feel the need to prove myself to others like this.