I want to leave a mark but the marks I leave are too often scars. I feel like a dog squirting on fire hydrants. I know it's silly and useless - especially useless in my current state - but I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. I want to walk lightly, like a child, and I want to know the truth. I want to be remembered as someone who was loved deeply but not widely. And I don't want to be sad, but triumphant. Heroic. I realise I don't get to choose if I get hurt in this world, but I do have some say in who hurts me. I like my choices. I hope you like yours too.