Well Shit.

I wasn't going to post again today, but something weird happened.  Just got out of the shower, but...

Ever since I was five or so, these random scars started showing up all over my body.  No memory of ever getting hurt, having a wound, or anything.  Just one night, nothing. Wake up in the morning, BOOM! scar.  This, I thought, had stopped.  I guess it hasn't.

In the shower, I found a long, thin scar on my stomach.  It looks years old, and like it was from a knife or razor.  I know this wasn't there yesterday.  And I know that I sure as hell was not out long enough today to be injured, and fully heal from  what looks like it must have been a pretty nasty cut.

And, well, I never introduced myself.  Contare to the name it has me under, I'm Ashley, not Arra.  I'm fifteen years old.  I live in East Texas, where I'm surrounded by fucking trees.  I was originally born in El Paso, but I was seven when we moved, and I really can't remember much of what it was like there.  I do remember that I was a hell of a lot happier there than I've been here.