random injuries. honestly he doesn't know how some of this shit happens. bruises along his thigh, don't remember doing anything to do damage over that much area. same thigh feels like the muscles are practicaly frozen and any movement will crack them. then he gets the steamer to the point where it's boiling over and it's too far gone to turn off safely so he has to take the milk jug out from underneath it and turn it off with hot air blowing at him. somewhere along the way some of the overboiled liquid burnt his skin. guess which hand? same side as the leg. he needs to be less of a clutz most of the time, that might be what kills him.
going into grade 12 he should feel something: fear, happiness, dread, something. he should care about the shit he'll be doing almost every day for the next (and final) school year. there should be some emotion or some feeling where he realizes that after this, he has to figure out his shit. the only thing he can manage to feel is empty. it won't go through his mind that all of it's coming to an end. then he thinks about grad events and such, all they make him feel is dysphoria. he wants to scream at them all that he's not the girl they've tried to tell him he is. he sees his class schedule and doesn't connect with half of it, he doesn't have any interest is a good portion of that crap. he's mentally done with the school system, with high school. the only problem is that he still has to deal with the drama, the bullshit, the teachers who couldn't care less, and everything that comes with a corrupt school system for one more year. at this point he doesn't care if he doesn't have a prom or any of that, he just doesn't want to have to deal with fucking idiot teachers who don't know what they're doing. he's just done.
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