Born to Blossom, Bloom to Perish

This sums it up.

Every single scar holds a story, it’s own history. She remember what she was thinking; she knows what she was doing each time. “If I didn’t cut, they wouldn’t exist. Because in Greek the opposite of the word ‘truth’ isn’t ‘false’ and isn’t ‘dishonesty’. It’s ‘forgotten.’ So the opposite of truth is forgotten. Truth is what’s remembered.”