I'm watching you...

HHhhHhHhhH-

I'm @ a choir thingy to halp with a competition, and like. I'm shorts, I now, ew, but I live in Texas and the high is 100 degrees today so BACK OFF >~>

Anyways, I'm in the choir room. Doing my thing. And a few of us have to go to the bathroom—

(while going to the bathroom there was this girl whose feet are SO FUKING LOUD and she was wearing sandals and when I turned around to see who it was she pointed at me and was like "Turn around and shut up" but whaaaaaattteeeever—)

And while waiting for the best stalls a girl looks down at my legs, sees the scars, and backs away to starts whispering to a girl next to her.

Like—

Wtf—

Bitoch >~>

Leave meh alone ;3;

Q^Q I'm very self-conscious about them. That's why I refuse to wear shorts most of the time—