Being the Twenty-First Entry (Voice; The desire to die keeps rising)

[anti_asymmetry]

Seventy-three itchy, ugly red dots on one arm.

Sixty-five on the other.

Right leg, twelve clusters. Left leg, nine.

The world is out to get me. I am destined to be asymmetrical for the rest of my pitiful existence. Why was I ever born to begin with?

Comments

[freakyfanboy]

...You have a rash?

[anti_asymmetry]

Chicken pox.

[freakyfanboy]

Oh...I came down with that once as a child. I remember it being rather unpleasant.

[anti_asymmetry]

It's far more than 'rather unpleasant,' Autor. I have an uneven number of sores. An uneven number. And they itch. I have never felt so disgusting and worthless in my entire life.

[freakyfanboy]

Ahhh, your symmetry obsession...have you tried drawing additional sores to have an even number?

And you know not to scratch it, right?

[anti_asymmetry]

I need to find a red marker. I only have black.

Yes, I know.

[freakyfanboy]

I know where an art supply store is. Would you like me to find you a red marker?

Good. I'm sure asymmetrical scars on your skin wouldn't be very pleasant for you or anyone around you.

[anti_asymmetry]

...Yes, actually.

Scars. Let's not discuss scars. Let's not even think of scars.

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[freakyfanboy]

Alright. I'll go out and get you a few different colors so you have a choice and bring them by your apartment.

[freakyfanboy]

I've never even heard of the word scars.

1/2

[anti_asymmetry]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[anti_asymmetry]

...A rather juvenile approach, but it works.

[freakyfanboy]

You're welcome.

...Tch. Don't call me juvenile. I get called "boy" enough.

[anti_asymmetry]

I wasn't calling you juvenile, Autor.

[freakyfanboy]

...Ah. Sorry.

[anti_asymmetry]

As am I, for touching on a sore spot.