And suddenly, it's easier every day.

I feel as if I've faced a turning point. Where it's getting easier. Almost as though I'm surely coming to an acceptance of what happened with that guy. It's just like, it's finally getting easier to leave it all behind. Finally.

I don't think some of the marks on my arms will ever completely fade.

But I have a sort of vision of my future, when someone asks me what they're from. And I want to be able to look at them and say:

"There was a time when I used to be way too hard on myself. Then I realized I was hurting myself for things that were not even my fault; for problems and faults that were not by own, but another's."

finally walking away from that part of my past.