my mother bought me bio-oil today. i had asked her to get me some months and months ago, but i guess she only just remembered. my body is absolutely riddled with horrible scars as a result of something devastating and as much as i wish i could take it back, do i really want to lose them? i dont know if this makes sense to anyone else or maybe its just my fucked up way of thinging, but if i try to get rid of these scars, it feels as though im lying about a part of my life, like im trying to forget. i dont want to forget. i dont ever want to forget. my scars came from something terrible, but they show me how strong i can be when i need to be. theyre a reminder that something can completely fuck up everything in a matter of seconds, a reminder that im not invincible.
