dear hiding normal behaviors is hard diary,
apparently my skills at hiding my 'odd' behaviors were lacking yet as a child, undeveloped i would like to assume, as my mother eventually sought professional help. we went to see my new friend once a week. i can still smell the inside of our car as we neared the office on one special visit. it was raining that day and the defrost let off a distinct smell of its own. his office, i thought, was dirty and cold- in that order. dirty first- then cold, mostly because not one picture hung on the walls. the magazines were far outdated, my mother would often complain, and dust and dirt trimmed the room like a border. i always heard strange noises between the thick concrete walls of the once elementary school building. my legs always stuck to the vinyl chairs that made a perfect square in the waiting room. it sounded like i farted everytime i got up. why can't i chew my nails anymore?
apparently my skills at hiding my 'odd' behaviors were lacking yet as a child, undeveloped i would like to assume, as my mother eventually sought professional help. we went to see my new friend once a week. i can still smell the inside of our car as we neared the office on one special visit. it was raining that day and the defrost let off a distinct smell of its own. his office, i thought, was dirty and cold- in that order. dirty first- then cold, mostly because not one picture hung on the walls. the magazines were far outdated, my mother would often complain, and dust and dirt trimmed the room like a border. i always heard strange noises between the thick concrete walls of the once elementary school building. my legs always stuck to the vinyl chairs that made a perfect square in the waiting room. it sounded like i farted everytime i got up. why can't i chew my nails anymore?
