In the bus this morning, I thought my wrists look much smaller than I remembered, but when I grasped one with my hand, it felt exactly as it always had.
In the bus this evening, I thought how much I'd like to have someone who'd always be on my side, when I've been hurt, and stand up for me. Then I realized nobody's ever deliberately hurt me; if I hurt, it's all in my mind, all my doing. Always has been.
But to be able to feel pain is to be alive, right?
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