me.
one that cleans to the point where the endless chemicals and dish scrubbing makes my fingers peel and look like raisins.

me.
who feels the overwhelming happiness seeing my friends smile and laugh.

me.
who stays up until my alarms go off both panicking and studying.

me.
who can't feel a thing most of the time.

me.
a boy who doesn't understand how this whole living thing works and wants to desperately, oh so desperately, know what's on the other side.

me.
who will be okay.
cause i always am.