There’s this girl I’m friends with and she’s really nice and really pretty and I honestly really like her. She’s also very skinny and has suspicious scars on both shoulders and here and there on her legs.
I want so badly to ask her why she’s skinny and where the scars come from. Last night we talked about books and tv shows for a long time. She’s read Wintergirls. Her favourite character on degrassi was Ellie (self-injurer).
I JUST KNOW THAT SHE AND I COULD RELATE A LOT
BUT I CAN’T JUST … ASK HER.
Sigh.
We’re forever stuck wanting to be best friends but too afraid to be.
Ninety-nine is becoming my favourite number. It feels like pulling the covers over my head when I’m scared. It feels like changing out of that tight outfit that people said you looked great in but made you feel like hell, and into soft pajamas. It feels like the warm quiet of slipping under the bath water.
