It's almost like I'm too delicate today. The smell of microwaved popcorn can almost kill me. A sound can set me off. I take gentle steps to not disturb myself. I avoid the crowd, I seek out the quiet washroom that is always busy. I void and I wash my hands. Sometimes my hands are to sensitive for the water but my throat always longs for it.
gwendolyn:
Of course I have myself as a friend. I had to decide whether or not to accept myself as a friend. At first I rejected my request, but then I decided to be nice. 