I was sitting with my grandparents at Subway today, ‘cause Gramps wanted to get “ridicalus,” (that’s how he said it) and some redneck, Bono look-a-like was gawking at me and shaking his head from halfway across the room. I had my hair up, so my ears were all exposed and apparently my inch lobes did not please him. He just kept doing it the entire time we were there, and when he got up to leave, he just looked at me and shook his head again. I watched him walk outside and get into a rusty pickup truck with a “Don’t mess with marriage,” anti-same-sex marriage bumper sticker. The world is full of awful people like this.

And he was not the only person to ever do this to me. Sometimes, people just stare and discuss them with the people around them, but not me. They might say what I did was disgusting or whatnot, but they never say it to me. Those kinds of people make me very irritable. 

Also, I have cut myself, and I have scars that are very apparent. Sometimes, I just can’t cover them up. But what right does a person have to just sit and stare at them like they’re on display? And then to ask me why I did it only to shame me for it? It’s my method of coping. Their methods might be drugs and alcohol, and they can go ahead and kill themselves, but at least I know that what I’m doing is only going to leave scars and not organ damage. 

I just hate people.