It's funny that how for every ten hateful people, there's one nice person. I mean its ridiculous, but maybe if there were more nice people, you wouldn't be able to appreciate them. My scars are terrible marks. They're awful and not enough time has passed for me to understand how to deal with them and put a hold on my emotions. But I'm trying, okay? Don't call me a "wreck." Because all things considering, I think I'm doing just fine. It's funny that how a kiss can change your whole perspective. You're an idiot. You really, really are. And I don't even pity you at this point. You know what you're doing. You're too stupid to stop and think. You bring everyone in your own pattern of self destruction, then you play the victim. I am done. This is me washing my hands. They're too dirty, and smelly, and gross, and I am washing them. So please go away. And take all of you when you go.