I guess my scars define me. What makes me me? I would say my odd personality, I find a way to make others laugh even when I suffer inside, even when I am the butt of the joke. Just making them laugh makes me feel slightly worthwhile.
Is there ever a point to life? Honestly don’t know. The way I feel doesn’t help me see things clearly I have been told.
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I guess my scars define me. What makes me me? I would say my odd personality, I find a way to make others laugh even when I suffer inside, even when I am the butt of the joke. Just making them laugh makes me feel slightly worthwhile.
Is there ever a point to life? Honestly don’t know. The way I feel doesn’t help me see things clearly I have been told.