Prologue.

“'Haters gonna hate'? How uninteresting and generic can you get?”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘I know you hate me, but that’s okay, because no one will ever hate me as much as I hate myself’?”

“What are you talking about?”

I really wanted to cry then. I wanted for her to pity me as the tears welled up. I wanted for her to cry with me. But, as they had been for years, my eyes were dry as I rolled up my sleeve to show her the scars.