A scar. A scar. Small and burned into my skin. A scar. The day it happened still is fresh in my mind, as if it were just yesterday that it had formed. Naturally pinkish and totally unnatural in the same aspect of the word.
have you ever wondered… What the hell? i mean, seriously. Everything is perfect and then you feel like you’ve been throat punched! i’m not gonna lie right now, nothing has ever been perfect… it’s just that some days are more perfect than others. i feel like nobody really knows anyone. Because, no one…