I hate

that everytime I get some sort of bump on my body, i get paranoid.

I hate having to slather myself with sunscreen every fucking day

I hate forgetting that sunscreen, and then feeling paranoid all day.

I hate being pale.

I hate when people ask me about the scar, because they usually ask me if its a hickey, and I have to explain to them that i had skin cancer.

I hate being afraid that it will more then likely come back, and I will have to live in fear that it isn't the dangerous form.

I hate the scar on my neck. its gross.

not too happy about this right now. blah