mcsc

why does it affect anyone else what happens to me. these people don't care... don't really know me. who cares if they see a few slices, who cares if they see the latest burn or engraving... why... why does anyone have to say anything, can't they just keep it to themselves and have those hushed whispers, more than already before. the twisted glances, and the, "that's so disgusting," kills me. they don't know... just don't know. don't talk to me about how stupid it is, don't talk to me ever... until you are one of the few that feels things to the extreme, a person that cannot function sometimes because of the overwhelming emotion that runs rampant. one of those people that at times feels nothing just to get a day off; and those days that it is everything you can do not want to just disappear because if you have to carry the weight of every person you see you'll cease to exisit.