Get Rid of the Scars.

That scares me more than anything to see that. Oh God! I ant to tear that page out and hide myself forever. But I am at B's and it is not the time for that.

But oh God, will I ever be able to open this book again? I suppose it should be a lesson to me...

Anyway-- I have to deal with this one alone and I have to get rid of the scars. And I want to tear out the page and burn it forever and now it is the back of this page the same way it is on the back of my mind.

And I am sweating with fear and humidity (humility) my curls, ill formed, whisper their harrowing curse to my lungs-- a warning with the same weigh of the tag on my hairdryer-- it inspires fear but punches with the silent pleasure of Butterfly's risk.