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Blech. in Who knows?

  • Nov. 19, 2015, 9:52 p.m.
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I am littered with scars, and most of the time I forget. But someone asked about them today and I understand that people are curious, but I don’t understand why people think they have a right to ask questions.

They are obviously self-inflicted. They must know on some level that it is an uncomfortable and (for those who understand) triggering question.

Why does your curiosity trump that?

Don’t be a dick.

This person even went so far as to touch one and I was so flabbergasted that I literally couldn’t speak.

Anyway. Fuck.


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