My Cardboard Balcony

Self-Conscious by Belinda Roddie I wrapped myself up in bandages so no one could see the blue veins crawling out from my neck like spiders with their silken tails trailing after them. I want to inject my natural tattoos with ink so the black can spread to my face, but the toxins would cause asphyxiation, so I'm better off looking permanently damaged than winding off permanently dead.

"I swear, if I hear one more teenage girl squeal, 'Senpai noticed me!' I'm going to throw myself into a trash bin." Mallory giggled, which was meant by one of my groans as I sunk into a chair. "Hey, you're a cute teacher, and you teach the history of Japan. You're bound to get some weeaboos in your class." "I teach freshmen, Mallory! They should not think I'm 'cute!'"