I am going to steal you away, take you somewhere fanciful, and show you what you have been missing.
Stop it with that teasing and bump-it shit. It is not visually appealing whatsoever. Have you not noticed everyone laughing at you? Please, please, please, stop. Please.
Sometimes, I stand in front of the sink and run searing-hot water over my hands. I find comfort in having all my red blood cells accumulate in my fingertips, and the corral-pink tones of my cracked skin.
It is a blessing and a curse… Who am I kidding? It is terrible. I never get anything done properly. You learn to live with it. It probably makes me something of interest anyways. People tend to like me for my strangest qualities, that is, if they like me at all.
So, keep me out of your petty bullshit. I honestly do not care.