(posted by D)

When I was younger I would bite my nails. Fingernails and toenails before you ask. It was probably something to do with being “the weird kid” growing up in that space between the cool and the uncool kids. I had things in common with both sides but neither really wanted to pick me for their team. So instead I’d lean against the pebble-dash walls and chew my nails and look menacing and say weird stuff.

Now that I’m older I still chew them, chew them right up, and peel the skin off so that my finger looks like a lychee and seeps strange milky liquids from the raw pink flesh… damn. I still say weird things. And I hope you realise that every eighth character typed (I don’t use my little fingers) has been excruciatingly painful for me. I didn’t want to be in your gang anyway.

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