Finally
stopped biting my nails, but I
wreak havoc on the inside of my mouth.
They were
like gold in our playground lunch economy. Now they
only taste good when I'm drunk or hormonal.
I was never proficient in tricks, but there was something satisfying about the sensation against my middle finger when I did a sleeper.
I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? --Sylvia Plath
We had a
water fight once when I was little. I remember
being really scared of the big guns, the spray
hurt my skin. They made
me go inside because I wouldn't stop crying.
Until I
met him, I'd forgotten how much I liked my hair. That I'd
started straightening it because even though they never
said they disliked it curly, boys
always complemented me when it was straight.