When I was 21, I tried to kill myself, because I was doing bad, well you know my story, but what triggered me was people compared me to Scully. I like her though. I don't care about my security. I want to post that pic, because it's my healing process. It makes me inevitably think about Carter. Each time I see my face in the miror, I think about him. About him in the park, near my GPs, mon my street. It's endless.