I have a scar on my wrist.
Made only one.
Great, you saw it - now you think I'm depressed or emo.
Only, I'm not anymore.
I'm not, I swear.
Good friends helped me out, not some unfeeling psycharatrist perscribing pills.
Tuwanda! I shout, from Fried Green Tomatoes. Hakuna Matata, I say!
Opposite of what I used to feel.
Living is great.
I have been shown that,
Very frequently these past months because -
Even people like me have friends in the end.