I’ve always been wondering as to why is it that I was the little girl who nobody would try to sell me photo shots from the photo booths in the carnivals. Now, I know why, it is because I had no expressions. Suffering in silence.

When you have been sexually abused, and by the wrong gender; I mean after this car crash you’re still taken into an emergency room, but instead of cutting for themselves a big toe they are chopping you out the whole leg.