i was praying it wasn't true, but the tinea is haunting me again. i don't know what it will do now. it's the cruelest thing. no it's not the cruelest thing. it's just an ordinary thing. tiny voice says what did i do to deserve this. where does that voice even come from? why ask, as if we had to do anything but exist. even our bodies are not our own. we're so porous to invasion. we are porous borders.