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[gogollescent]

Today small children pretended to choke me.

Over, and over. In the same room where I used to really for real really choke small children, as a seventh and then eighth grader with extraordinarily little control, self or otherwise. All the laughter soundless and explosive.
For so long I have been thinking not much at all about my middle school, and

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[clodia_metelli]

*patpat* I never go back to primary school these days. On the few occasions when I have done since leaving it, I found myself reverting rather shockingly to old habits. Which is, well, rather unfortunate when you're meant to be grown up. People are Not Impressed, especially parents.

Um.

[gogollescent]

Yeah, I-- yeah. I mean, it could be worse, but-- yeah.

I'm really glad I burned all my journals from middle school.

[clodia_metelli]

All my journals from when I was your age are still lurking deep in my harddrive like toxic waste. They can stay buried.

How long are you going to be trapped in this nightmarish place with the choking small chidren?

[gogollescent]

My sympathy: YOU HAVE IT IN SPADES. Good god, from fourth through tenth, I can't even imagine.

*accepts*