September
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Today, once I'd gotten home and settled down, started packing for tomorrows con and talking to Mom. She suddenly cornered me, grabbed my arm, pulled up my sleeve and asked me "Well, any new marks or scars I should know of? What are you going to do during the summer if you're on the beah? Thay'll be visible you know." I couldn't help but get upset right away and threw her out of my room, shouting it was none of her buisness! Because it isn't and cornering me like that isn't going to help me stop. It could make it worse..though I haven't done anything in weeks. I have no trouble talking about my scars, but the way she put it I hate to even think about them. Why is everything visible for the eye, all the damp grey colors so much more important than the colors we hide inside. Like crimson for example.
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