I sit here, in front of my computer, and i look at my reflection in the mirror. After all these years i can barely even recognize myself anymore. I look at photos without any memory of where they were taken or what they mean. Yet i can look at my body and name every scar, every mark on my skin. My whole life i've let pain define me, scars inflicted by loved ones and lovers both. In anger and by accident. I see stories in the scars, the piercings, the ache of badly healed broken bones. Old injuries, phantom pain and shodows of memories that i can never be free of. And for some reason, I can recall the pain better than my happiest moment.