My knuckle on the left hand is red and sore... do I care? No. Why don't I care? Because for a moment I felt like I was actually normal, I actually fit in. It's kind of hard to explain. Usually John, who is on my bus, treats me like I'm glass... only in the way that he wouldn't do anything that would hurt me- as if I would break down and cry. Most people he jokingly hurts and stuff like that (for example poking Casey a bunch of times in the arm). Today was different than usual. He actually was going to hit Allen with a elastic, instead he threatened to do it to me. I put my foot up to stop him and he grabbed by foot and tried to tie my shoelaces in a knot. Anyways, I ended up being snapped in the knuckle with the elastic.
I actually felt normal today- no matter how insignificant it was.
