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no, you do not need to rewrap the bandage. yes, i will lick my own wounds. the taste of scabs and blood remind me that i am here amidst other, more competitive, people.. and the scars remind me that i will need to work and save up for plastic surgery.
compassionate and empathetic communication with my peers does not exist. it is sex and more sex and networking and clinging onto the social ladder. it is 'who's your friend?' and 'you're crazy, man!' it is forced conversation and stupid clothes and gadgets, taxes, bills, car insurance. don't be stupid or don't let me talk; let me nurse and curl up next to you.
compassionate and empathetic communication with my peers does not exist. it is sex and more sex and networking and clinging onto the social ladder. it is 'who's your friend?' and 'you're crazy, man!' it is forced conversation and stupid clothes and gadgets, taxes, bills, car insurance. don't be stupid or don't let me talk; let me nurse and curl up next to you.