QUOTE : I look down, trying to see my skin like she does. Underneath the soft, cerulean-blue glow, there are so many lines it looks like a roadmap. I’m so used to the ruts and puffy scars crisscrossing my arms that I forget about them sometimes. They’re the legacy of the questionable talent that’s kept me alive as often as it’s gotten me in trouble.<br /><br />The story of my life is written in the wounds on my skin. I just wish other people could read the story, too. It’d save me a lot of explaining.