Butane

I’m sorry in advance if my spelling and such get a bit messy in this post, too much to say to be able to concentrate.
My mom gave me a Zippo today with her old initials and my dad’s, and much earlier I had reflected on the story about the boy who soaked his bath robe in gasoline and lit himself on fire.
I’ve been cutting lately, and one is in plain sight. I wrote over it in sharpie, but its red around it so I assume people have noticed. I confessed to someone I plan to befriend that I cut earlier, but I said […]