... i wanna be forgotten
and i don't wanna be reminded
i said please don't make this harder...
and i don't wanna be reminded
i said please don't make this harder...
I find myself hiding, or trying to hide, all the time. I learned my roommates' morning schedules so I can try to wake up at a time when they are either sleeping or not home. I rush out of the building to catch the tram that most people don't take to class with my iPod headphones in my ears and pretend to still be sleeping so I don't have to make conversation with anyone. I rush in and out of class, hoping they will think I'm in some kind of a hurry and don't have time to chat. I am constantly searching for small dark cafes to read and do my work in. I go in the single person darkroom and lock the door and take off my clothes so I can develop negatives naked. What happened?
I have this skin tab. Just one. I think skin tabs are the most nasty unnecessary things in the whole world. What the hell are they? Little ugly flaps of skin that just sit there. They don't do anything for you, but they don't hurt you either so there's really no reason to do anything about them unless you're me and think they should all burn in hell. Anyway, I have this skin tab. And it came out of no where and began growing over the summer. I looked at it every day. I thought it had stopped growing, until Sunday when it hurt. I thought it was something else that hurt, maybe one of the bruises I get out of no where all the time, so I looked at it. It was huge and swollen and red like a pimple. I threw up in my mouth. I put some cortisone cream on it, because that cures everything, and googled 'skin tab.' Apparently they are benign tumors. Sweet, I now have a tumor. Nothing said anything about them being painful, unless they are on the anus, which mine is definitely not. The next day, yesterday, I noticed it wasn't as big or as painful. What the fuck. I said, Freddy, remember that skin tab I have? He knows about it because I obsessed about it over the summer just like I'm obsessing about it now. He said Yeah, what about it? Well I told him the story and he said Maybe you need to get it removed. Fuck. I didn't want to go to a Czech doctor, or be subjected to knives or freezing of any sort. Who knows what they will do to me. I'll give it 2 more days. This morning I woke up and it was gone. It was a small red scab. It wasn't even a raised scab. What happened?
Hopefully I didn't will some doctor to come into my room in my sleep and cut it off. Hopefully it just knew how much I hated it and felt underappreciated and left. I mean that's what I would do.
I have this skin tab. Just one. I think skin tabs are the most nasty unnecessary things in the whole world. What the hell are they? Little ugly flaps of skin that just sit there. They don't do anything for you, but they don't hurt you either so there's really no reason to do anything about them unless you're me and think they should all burn in hell. Anyway, I have this skin tab. And it came out of no where and began growing over the summer. I looked at it every day. I thought it had stopped growing, until Sunday when it hurt. I thought it was something else that hurt, maybe one of the bruises I get out of no where all the time, so I looked at it. It was huge and swollen and red like a pimple. I threw up in my mouth. I put some cortisone cream on it, because that cures everything, and googled 'skin tab.' Apparently they are benign tumors. Sweet, I now have a tumor. Nothing said anything about them being painful, unless they are on the anus, which mine is definitely not. The next day, yesterday, I noticed it wasn't as big or as painful. What the fuck. I said, Freddy, remember that skin tab I have? He knows about it because I obsessed about it over the summer just like I'm obsessing about it now. He said Yeah, what about it? Well I told him the story and he said Maybe you need to get it removed. Fuck. I didn't want to go to a Czech doctor, or be subjected to knives or freezing of any sort. Who knows what they will do to me. I'll give it 2 more days. This morning I woke up and it was gone. It was a small red scab. It wasn't even a raised scab. What happened?
Hopefully I didn't will some doctor to come into my room in my sleep and cut it off. Hopefully it just knew how much I hated it and felt underappreciated and left. I mean that's what I would do.
1 comment:
Skin tabs are extremely confusing. Where DO they come from? And if they are tabs, why can't we just rip them off like a soda can tops? I wish you luck in your battle.
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