Am I really that scarred?

[darcydodo]

This morning, as I passed by the playground on my way to campus, I heard a little child calling out a taunt; and my insides just curled up with this sick anguish and pain for the unknown recipient of that jibe. You'd think that after so many years I could look back on elementary school with a laugh, and that does seem usually to work, but evidently when faced with actual as opposed to abstract memories there's nothing doing. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to accept that I'm fucked up.

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[(Anonymous)]

I think I'm a bit screwed up too; I tried to give blood today, and the stupid nurse couldn't find a vein. And I suddenly found myself reverting back to my childhood completely unable to cope with failure self. It felt just the way I felt when I first had to get glasses, I cried for days that I'd failed my eye-test, I just don't do failure!

- R