At the stroke of 12midnight, a call came in.
She said, “Happy birthday! I—“
“Wow, thanks… wow,” I said. Sleepy.
“I just want to
I’ve got scars on my legs. One of them is particularly obvious when I’m not wearing a sock on the left foot. Everytime I look at it, I instantly get beamed back to JSS3. I was 12.
That’s what scars do. They’re Continue reading My Scarry Story