You know the scars on my arm have been healed on my arm for some time now. They are the best that they are ever going to get. But guess what I got today at work...Questions. What happened to your arm? How did that happen? I don't understand how I'm supposed to throw this away when it seems like it's constantly shoved back in my face. How am I supposed to come to terms with it?
I don't know, right now I'm just here, fighting the urge of ruining my 5 months.