Little line... Tiny really. But it's there. I'm sick of it. Dance partners turning my hand over... doctors taking my pulse... Boyfriends holding my hand. All things that cause me embarrassment. Why? Because I hated my life. Because he left me. Because she hated me. I was alone anyway, who would care? To this day I wonder from time to time how things would be without me. Suicidal? No. Not anymore. I don't know what changed. I grew up I guess. I was ashamed. Still am. I wouldn't post this but it's not like you all haven't seen. *sigh* Stupid scar... It haunts me.
To save you all time I'll make fun of myself:
Psh what am I Harry Potter?! (lol quote by Allyson)
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