There is this small place inside of me. A quiet place meant for only me. Inside this space, I am free to think about all of the horrible things I would never admit to if asked.
Like how much I want to punch Susie for bragging about how the nurses begged her to come back to give birth again as her delivery ran so smoothly.
Or, how I hate when loss parents, regular parents, pretty much anybody tries to compare scars with me.