the days feel unripened. the winter does this to me. i stand in and out of my own body. i feel scripted rather than graceful - clanking my way through habits and basic requirements as if each bone was concrete. i make to-do lists. i chew candy. i do all my self-care techniques.

Hi Mr. Gaiman. I have a confession I’ve been wanting to get off my chest for about 12 years. When I was in high school I stole most of the Sandman series. It was from a teacher at our school who was fired for sexual harassment of students, and I was one of the students, but I wasn’t the one who had actually come forward, for a bunch of reasons (including being a confused uncomfortable 15 year old girl). He had your books in his classroom and I decided he didn’t deserve them any more, so I took them home before he was allowed to come back for his stuff (after the school year ended when the students were gone). I don’t think anyone ever knew. I am sorry for committing a (minor) crime, but I still have them, and he is still a creep who didn’t deserve them, so. I hope you can forgive me.

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