24-2-25, Monday

Came to school late. Looked for Regan, wanted to give her Parmesan.

Spending all day on Airbuds. I don’t get work done very well. I’m sensitive and everything hurts my very being.

Coach Diddy wasn’t here. I had the meeting. They said to get a doctors note, and to remove myself from the classroom if I need. I got permission to walk around and switch my seat.

I owe a dollar to Ms. Halloween. I wonder who else I owe money to.

I realized my friendship, or lack of it, or the confusion behind anything between us with Legend was only causing me emotions and stress because I tried to figure it out. I tried to put it into a category and put it away. But does it matter what he is? It really doesn’t. I don’t even talk to him. I can trust him to figure his own life out, and I will let him go. Or let him stay. In fact, I won’t do anything, because I don’t need to. I’m completely comfortable just letting it be how it is. 

I couldn’t find Regan, so I ate the Parmesan myself. I’d rather not give her two day old, soft, unrefrigerated Parmesan. 

Breaking down. Lovingly, slowly, breaking down.

My mom knows I can’t process sugar well.

I hide snufkin away so that he doesn’t have to see these horrors. I wonder if he’d agree to take over if I need us to deal with unpleasant noise once he’s grown enough. He doesn’t have misophonia.

I will take my time decomposing on the greenhouse floor, so let me go and watch me.

Be gentle. Make the sunshine just right. Love me, love me, and never touch me ever again.

14:17