M1k3yTy_555

Im having an identity crisis. 
          	I proudly go by Michael, have been for around 5 months.
          	But then I mentioned going by Donnie because that was my second choice
          	now im freakin out.

M1k3yTy_555

Have I ever said how much I LOVE angel numbers?
          I found out all of my friends by adding up the letters of their names. 
          It's quite easy. 
          Ex: Jane Doe 
          10+1+14+5+4+15+5
          5+4
          9
          I love it<3 (mines 5, if you couldn't tell, and Ty's (my cousin that's in my username) is 7.)
          I love numbers!! I might make a post about all the different angel numbers for fun.
          The numbers, and their meanings, I mean.

M1k3yTy_555

I look at the lines on my arms. My arm was pressed against the glass of the office window. I look around. Was I flaunting my internal agony? My suffering? I hide my arm under my shirt. I smiled weakly as the lady behind the desk asked me what I needed. "I need a jacket. Is there one I can borrow? I just need it for today." She nods and asks for my size. I tell her my preferred size and wait.
          
          I hum as she hands me the fleece school jacket. I thank her and walk off. As I leave the front office area, I slide the jacket onto my freezing frame. A familiar comfort fills my chest. I zip the jacket up and smile. My hands find the pockets, and I zip the right pocket zipper up and down. Up and down. over and over again as I walked to class. I stood outside the classroom door. Sure, this wasn't my jacket. I got one last year and found comfort in it while I was in the psychiatric unit, but I didn't care. I felt safe again. I felt protected again in the walls of the 4-year prison I was in until I was 17.
          
          I wrote this about something I did today. Literally a few minutes ago, but that's not important