today i almost started crying in public when a kid from my group said, “have a good night, brenna.” when we left for the night. this was like, a whole hour after he picked my book up for me when i dropped it after i had to run out and meet with someone. like, it was the nicest thing that happened all day after the whole “i basically want to marry you so i picked up your book” incident and i just couldn’t handle that someone a) knew my name and b) wanted to talk to me. 

if only i had a bearded father type figure to teach me how to talk to other humans while sneaking in the basketball court and drinking the ER coffee who i could inspire to, in turn, reconnect with his estranged daughter. instead i’m the freak covered in bandages who only eats mint flavored lifesavers.