The tips of my fingers feel like dry sandpaper. They look like sponges whenever they get wet. The little black dots of past pokes and past milking of blood haunt me.
I wait for my number to arrive. I chew my finger softly, an old habit I never got rid of, awaiting if my efforts were truest readings given to me by a little machine.
That little machine scares me.
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Rants from a Teenage Type 1 Diabetic aka Me
Random9 years ago I was diagnosed with an incurable disease known as Type 1 Diabetes. I guess here's a random ass book of all my rants that has diabetes at the root. There might be triggers in here like blood and needles so keep aware of that. Some of...
