i sit here, looking at my hands resting on the keys. not really poised to type, just sitting here, letting the silence drip through my body like cold water off an icicle. ...
i'm in the computer lab of my school because i reacted badly to seeing A Beautiful Mind the first time because it made me re-experience Pinefield Insititution, and i didn't want to watch it again, so here i am.
i showed three tentative friends Percia's picture today. told them who she was. two just nodded like, "O-kaaay." but Stephanie was really nice. she showed me all her bi-pride pins and made fun of all my cheshire cat pins.
here i sit. . .. ...
i love Percia. she keeps me grounded. but i feel so empty. i want to light a match and hold it against my skin. but at the same time i want my cuts to dissipate so i don't have to be ashamed anymore. i tried exfoliating my scabs yesterday, but they oozed and my arms were a mess.
