my brother found this old menu board at a thrift store and hung it up in his apartment looking like this
You know what? I wonder what customers think. I wonder what customers think when they see a scarred, bruised arm stretched out from a girl that seems to be all smiles. I’m really not sure why I have bruises on my arms but I’m guessing it might be from the super heavy patio umbrellas bumping my skin every night I bring them in. We’re not allowed to wear bracelets at work. I don’t want to wear long sleeves because that looks completely absurd in a Texas summer in a small, crowded building… That would only bring more attention to me. I’ve tried covering my scars with makeup but that doesn’t work. The worst part? I’ve been itching to cut every day lately. Tonight I got so desperate that I tried cutting my silicone cellphone case to possibly make the urge go away, but it didn’t work. Now I’m here feeling stupid, ashamed, and disappointed because I have a ruined cellphone case (I’ll have to buy a new one) and bloody thighs. I’m such a fucking failure. No wonder he doesn’t like me.
The light in my life has gone out.