I've got the time tattooed on my wrist. It's permanently five minutes to four in my world. I got it to represent my family- my mother and sister- *before* they pass. I'm not ashamed of why I got it. The story behind it is dark and not something a lot of people have had to deal with or want to know- which is something I've learnt. What happened has stopped being a right of passage in my broken little world and started being something that I no longer have to tell people so that they can understand what makes me *me*. I'm a special snow flake like everyone else.
