Black and blue

Somehow I'm standing. I think it's Wednesday but it feels like Monday. Literally, I am living at work. Sunday I worked from 9 am until 7 pm Monday. I've been living off coffee so much that my body doesn't know what to do with solid food and it's making me sick. It sounds crazy but crazier still, I love it. Beautiful children greet me in the morning, they say I love you and hug you and don't care if you didn't shower in the morning. I love it, I love it, I love it. My body is so sore that it hurts to sit, walk and stand up. Last night was St. Patrick's Day celebrations and it was very much needed. I've said it before but there is this perfect state of drunk where you are not sick, just happy and light and loving life despite the fact you know tomorrow comes crashing at 6 am. And what I have to show are the black and blue marks all over my back, shoulders, arms and chest. It's a good kind of sore. Everytime I accidentally touch one I am reminded that it's nice to be 21 and whatever else I want. 21 and a little reckless. 21 and somewhere between caring a lot and not giving a fuck about anything. I'm sitting in class right now but I feel deaf. Listening and hearing is taking 100% more effort than usual. All I can think about is how I'd rather be at camp and tomorrow can't come soon enough so I can spend the whole day just playing. 21 and playing like I'm 6.


My name is Frankee. I'm six years old and my favourite animal is the great pink elephant.