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Do I tell her about the foster father who stoletailspin I fell into after that? About the desperate urge to end the pain and confusion, the constant hunger for some sense of safety?

Or htclub two and a half years ago, and now theme with the help of his two friends?

Yeah I’ll tell her all that

And then watch her run for the fucking hills

Or worse, watch her expression morph into one of horror and discomfort

When people don’t know anything about eard ust or pity

If I don’t tell them the awful shit in my past, then they just fill in the blanks for theh not all—of my scars are on the inside, most people assume I’ve had a pretty normal life A life more similar to theirs

And that’s just easier For everyone

After lunch, I co some music fro to talk And maybe we do like the sa along in time to the beat

I log ency, then give the front desk guy a nod as I slip out of the building

My brain feels fuzzy fro at papers all day, and I’m tired froht, sostupid on my laptop and pass out while I watch it

When the bus dropsaround the street, looking for any sign of so me I don’t see anyone, and my skin doesn’t prickle the way it often does when I’m sure there are eyes on me

Good Maybe Marcus and his friends took a fucking day off

I keep my head up and my body alert as I walk the few blocks to hborhood isn’t the worst, but it’s not the kind of place to walk around looking like an easy target either

As I near the building, I dig my key out of my pocket I quickly unlock the door and pull it open one-handed with practiced ease, then head up the steps to my apartment unit