I don’t want your sympathy. or your attention. I’d really rather not have you watch me suffer. I don’t want you to look at my ugly scars and feel bad for me. I don’t want you to tell me to stop. I don’t want you to tell me you get me, because you don’t. I don’t want you to comfort me when I cry, you were never there before.
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So what do you want?
to be left alone