My pages are clearly and precisely written.
I know this, just as I know that my story is written on my skin.
I'm actually easy to read, more difficult to understand. Most people choose not to read me becase of the story my pages hold.
For example, when I wear dresses or shorts, the first thing people see are the scars.
Yes, I used to cut, quite frequently in fact. It's one of the chapters that I used to keep hidden, especially when it was freshly written.
It's a chapter written in blood, and full of pain.
My friends still avert their eyes whenever any of my scars are visible, it's almost weird to watch their eyes glance at them before darting away. I suppose that I should be used to it by now.
It took me a long time to realize that seeing what I'd done to myself hurt them more than the actual cuts had hurt me.
Someone once told me that I have this aura of pure sadness. For the most part, I agree. I am by no means depressed, I'm actually a generally happy person.
I do feel things deeply, even emotions that aren't my own.
That too, is written on my pages.
Anyone who takes the time to get to know me can tell that I'm empathetic.
I have sixteen siblings, all of them mean the world to me. Anyone who talks to me knows that.
My five best friends mean everything to me, and I'd do ANYTHING for them.
I'm also pretty sure that there are music notes dancing across my skin as well. Music is in my soul, I'm almost always singing a song, or remembering a piece of sheet music I've seen.
I'm a musician as well as a writer.
Anyone who gets close enough to read AND understand me is special. I'm not exactly complex, but I'm not simply easy.
Some, like Steven, choose not to read me for fear of offending me.
Others, like Taylor, devour the story and eagerly wait for more.
To be honest, I really don't care who reads me or who doesn't, I have one thing that I always say, a sort of warning: You may not like what I see.
My story is written and here to read.
Love it. Hate it. I don't really care.
It is my story after all.
I know this, just as I know that my story is written on my skin.
I'm actually easy to read, more difficult to understand. Most people choose not to read me becase of the story my pages hold.
For example, when I wear dresses or shorts, the first thing people see are the scars.
Yes, I used to cut, quite frequently in fact. It's one of the chapters that I used to keep hidden, especially when it was freshly written.
It's a chapter written in blood, and full of pain.
My friends still avert their eyes whenever any of my scars are visible, it's almost weird to watch their eyes glance at them before darting away. I suppose that I should be used to it by now.
It took me a long time to realize that seeing what I'd done to myself hurt them more than the actual cuts had hurt me.
Someone once told me that I have this aura of pure sadness. For the most part, I agree. I am by no means depressed, I'm actually a generally happy person.
I do feel things deeply, even emotions that aren't my own.
That too, is written on my pages.
Anyone who takes the time to get to know me can tell that I'm empathetic.
I have sixteen siblings, all of them mean the world to me. Anyone who talks to me knows that.
My five best friends mean everything to me, and I'd do ANYTHING for them.
I'm also pretty sure that there are music notes dancing across my skin as well. Music is in my soul, I'm almost always singing a song, or remembering a piece of sheet music I've seen.
I'm a musician as well as a writer.
Anyone who gets close enough to read AND understand me is special. I'm not exactly complex, but I'm not simply easy.
Some, like Steven, choose not to read me for fear of offending me.
Others, like Taylor, devour the story and eagerly wait for more.
To be honest, I really don't care who reads me or who doesn't, I have one thing that I always say, a sort of warning: You may not like what I see.
My story is written and here to read.
Love it. Hate it. I don't really care.
It is my story after all.
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