So,
you know how I asked that once if I could watch you cut?
I don’t know why I did that.
I really don’t.
But,
I look at my body in the mirror now,
and there are so many scars.
They never said anything about the scars when I was growing up.
Dead-weight reminders, I guess.
This call is a thank you. You loved me in a weird way, but I know you did. Thank you.
I won’t make this anymore awkward.
Bye.
