Outside those doors? Well, it's pretty messed up. There's always someone there to tell me how big of a disappointment I am, and what all I do wrong. These scars on my face and arm that they make fun of? Once at a campground, my uncle threw a big, pointed rock at my face, knocking me down into the fire. When my mom came out of the camper though, they blamed me for "playing by the fire". But I cannot fix any of this, but I can make sure that everyone else has someone there to talk to, and to always have their back, not that I get any of that from them in return.
