I don't really feel comfortable providing context for this... but this is kind of a poem/vent :/ enjoy?? I guess..
| i didn't know | you laugh and lift your sleeve. what?, eight or nine scars. she laughs too. I force one out. how could you hate yourself? you're so pretty. ~is it me?~ don't be ridiculous. ~i'm the problem~ my stomach twists. I feel my heart drop to the floor. "Oh!" Oh. You moved on. I stayed right there. How could I do this. My? Fault?
