Jan 18, 2025
You laugh at the scars on your face. It’s true they are attractive, everyone stares and asks for the story.
But you don’t see the way you flinch when the fire ignites. The way you can stare painfully long into the embers of the campfire.
You purposely don’t think too hard about those nights you wake up screaming. It’s nothing really, just a bad dream. Besides, you aren’t that tired anymore. Might as well get up.
It’s okay you can do this. You have to do this. Just don’t think about it and it’s okay. It’s okay.
Okay.
