~~Flaws; everyone has them. But do they really? Does anyone really judge everyone depending on how they look, how they act, or how their personality is? I sure don't. I think that everyone is beautiful, even if others can't see it. So what is defined as a flaw?

What others call flaws- face blemishes, if you walk weird, or even if you have a snarky personality- I call quirks. Everyone has something special about them that just, make them, well, themselves.~~

The pain felt good. Even though I know I shouldn't be doing this- something just keeps driving me towards it. I always ache for the next time I can see the crimson droplets rolling down my arms. I crave the feeling of freedom it gives me, an escape from my overwhelming life.

It seems as though no one notices. Oh well, I don't need the questions about it anyway. The new attire I have started wearing covers my arms and shields the cuts from onlooking eyes.

I wish I could have saved the image of their confused and horrified faces in my mind forever. Who would have guessed that I actually have clothes that aren't orange? The black sweatshirt might be hot at times, but it is totally worth it. I did start wearing long cargo pants as well. I don't really have a reason why, they're just comfy.

Aside from the new outfit I've started wearing, nothing else has changed significantly. Team 7 is still going on missions as per usual. However, Sasuke has been watching me quite closely lately. Probably just wants to make sure I don't mess up.

My old self that everyone used to see, the happy- go lucky one, is slowly coming back. I might not talk as much, but I make sassy comments under my breath often. My confidence has slowly been building up and I am guessing that's what I need more of to get back my old fake personality.

The school bullies still pester me and the citizens still beat me up regularly. However, I still have hope that it will all stop one day.