I'm hungry
Everything is humming. I can feel the vibrations through my arms and legs. Through my ribs. My ribs hurt if I move. They don't like it much.

I can't breathe very well here. My posture isn't helping. There's nothing below my lungs to hold them up.

My hands really are so very small.

I hate w. I hate people. I hate at least half of the people in this class. I hate voices - they irritate me so. I wish people would stop talking for a moment. Then there would just be the clack clack clack of the keys.

Guess it's time to flee. I feel strange again. I hate my stomach. I don't really need anything below the ribcage.
- posted by Washi @ 6:11 pm