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04/15/12(Sun)01:27 No.5718643>>5718613
Oh,
I'm not saying anything about other people's scars. Just my own. I've
seen some beautiful scarification work, done in a tattoo parlor and all
that, so I think they can look lovely. Mine don't. I am too pale to tan,
so it just looks like...worms underneath my skin. And the difference in
the way people treat me when they have seen my scars. Before it's like
I'm a completely normal person, after it's like I'm a fucked up doll
that is going to break if you hold it the wrong way. I hate how people
will talk to my friends or family and ask them to tell me things, but
they won't tell me. I'm so much stronger now, and I feel my scars should
be a sign of what I've overcome, but people treat me like it's a sign
of weakness. And I guess it is.
>>5718614
You're
right, even though it's cheesy, lol. My best friend never cared about
my scars. We were best friends for a year before I confided in her about
it. The people who don't care are few and far between, but they are
precious.
Fuck, I'm being a sappy drunk. Sage until the end of time. |
