[Part of the Body Series]
I take off my jumper and am surprised at what I find. There are words scrawled all over my arm. Statements written in black permanent marker, all capital letters. Messages from the drunk-depressed girl I was last night to the sober-sad woman I am this evening.
They read:
THIS ENDS NOW.
NEVER AGAIN.
THIS IS IT.
NO MORE.
I don’t attempt to wash them off but I put the jumper back on. I can’t face any of my selves right now. The worst versions of me, the words on my arm and the decisions I have made will still be there tomorrow.
Treacle Heart 
I’ve seen these messages I’ve left for my own self in the morning.
“A drunken mind speaks a sober heart” and all that :/ xx
Sometimes, yes. Or inebriated in some way or another, in my case.
Indeed wine isn’t the only truth serum! X
Absolutely. Hugs dear friend.
“I don’t attempt to wash them off but I put the jumper back on. I can’t face any of my selves right now.”
Poignant…but this is totally real! It’s beautiful in its realness. And I so feel for you!
<3