People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. - Grey's Anatomy
(Because I'm not eloquent enough to say something like that.)
Friday, May 14, 2004
Please, people. Leave me alone. Stop knocking on the door. Stop yelling through the door. Just stop talking. Stop. I just want to be alone. Why is it such a hard thing to do? Stop it.
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