If I die ... I don't want to be remembered as the faggot gay girl with all the scars on her arm. unfortunately that's who I am to a lot of people. if those people would have just stayed silent and kept their ignorant thoughts in their heads then maybe I wouldn't have those scars on my arm. maybe. it wasn't always about what they had in their heads, it was what was inside of mine to. I just didn't understand why I felt the way I did when I had a decent life. I may have come from a broken family but I always had a roof over my head and a loving mother who fully accepted me for who I was and never stopped trying. she was the only person who never gave up hope on me. but anyway, I don't want to be remembered as the girl with problems, just remember me as someone who understood and stayed strong for as long as I could.