A little personal piece on the reflection that I bruise myself quite a lot. Be it by tripping, hitting stuff, general stupidity, I bruise pretty much at least once a week, and mist times, I don’t even realize when I got hit, or where.  
This drawing has my most recent bruises, and ones that were particularly memorable (aka, only the bruises I remeber).
 
A good example of my own stupidity is the bruise on the cheek: I had an rubber piece that i got wehn I ripped appart a stamp for nail art, and I was using it as a “makeshift suction cup” on my face because… yes; and my mkm freaked out when she saw it: “WTF HAPPENED. YOU WERE IN YOUR BEDROOM, ALONE!” And then I realized that bruise wasn’t going away just tomorrow, and I had to go to school and explain the bruise quite a few times.
 
Also, this is the first deviation I mark as mature, because I guess the bruises are are quite staplenof violence? It technically us self harm since I brought upon myself most of them?