WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK ITS FROM YOU STUPID FUCK? you know what it’s from? I fought a fucking lion bitch. I wrestled a big ass fucking bear. I fell down the stairs with a knife in my hand. A piraña latched onto my arm and I had to wave it off. HEY GUESS WHAT? I’M BATTLING A FUCKING WAR IN MY MIND, AND SOMETIMES I GET BATTLE WOUNDS. and you know what? I’m not ashamed of my wounds because they’re just as honorable scars as if I did fight a fucking bear. I’m surviving. I’m getting through this everyday battle, I’m fighting bears and lions and falling down stairs every god damn day, but I’m still fucking here. My scars make you uncomfortable? I don’t give a fuck. I like them, they remind me I’ve been through one hell of a fight and I’m still here.