And so I sit here. Box cutter as my only confidante. Just a little nick I tell it. And it always listens.
Nick. Nick. Nick.
It doesn’t care that I don’t wear eye liner. It doesn’t care that I try so hard to get a C. It doesn’t care that I’ll never be prom queen. I let the little dribbles of red run to the tip of my toenail. Red is my favorite color. No one will know once I put on my socks and shoes. So it’s really no big deal. Red give me strength to get through tomorrow.