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My grandma died two years ago. Her birthday should have been days ago, and i was the only one to forget. i saw my dad open a bag with a dying dog inside. A puppy. I think that describes how i felt when i lost my grandma. That's how loss makes me feel. Like a dying puppy in a bag, ran over by a car and thrown away like trash, but still breathing... Still breathing.
He thought of something foggy and incoherent about being sent to the principal's office -again- as he tightened the noose. His mother crying somewhere. Not as much as him. He thought of the blood on his desk as he kicked the chair out from below his feet and struggled to breathe one last time.
There is something somewhat sexual in seeing a girl chewing gum. I think it's about the way the mouth moves, although i think only i could ever find something that involves so much chewing sexual in any way. I hate the noise, but i like the sight. A friend once asked me why i would watch her chewing gum with my hands over my ears and i could only blush and laugh.
When i was a kid i wanted to be a mechanic. I did it mostly out of a desire to break gender norms, and also, sort of stupidly, because my favourite video game character was Keira from Jak and Daxter. I wanted to repair cars. The first time i tried to learn about it, i had a panic attack. Technical terms still sort of creep me out to this day.
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