everyone is always amazed by my small hands my small hands that used to smash against the walls of my closet in high school never enough to leave a dent never enough to bruise my knuckles, they just turned a little red that’s how i handled panic attacks after getting off the phone with him the first time i saw my reflection afterwards i thought i was dying and i went to my parents’ room and said “i think i’m dying, call the hospital” and they said “no no, you’re just having a panic attack” my mother gave me an ativan and i was fine i think if i could tell a child anything it would be “someday you will find out how easy it is to not be a monster how easy it is to not be anything” ✱✱✱
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