why did you let me die?
This one time I tripped
this one time I split my forehead open
This one time a dark wizard tried to kill me when I was a infant but couldn’t
I tried to hold an angry cat
someone put an iron on my hand
My teammate tried to jump over me and cut the back of my neck open with his hockey skate.
I got a couple left over from chicken pox.
tried to climb a dead tree
as a child I came up behind a sleeping dog with a squeaky toy in my mouth
Twisted up in rusty metal chains.
got one from a sledding accident and one from learning That’s Why We Don’t Cook Barefoot
Threw a weeding fork into the top of my foot
I tripped on a petrified dinosaur footprint.
belly flopped on rebar
fell down on a treadmill while wearing shorts
ran straight into the corner of a bench
I got stabbed through the left cheek with a pencil.
I got two:
1) Face vs glass door. It could be argued that I won.
2) Epic: Guitar slide across living room floor.
Not so epic: Guitar sliding across a bit of glass on said floor and cutting my foot.
Playing rough with the kitty.
Knife to the chest.
Knife to the chest again.
Javelin that created a small hole in my right leg
Sliced my thumb badly open on a glass bowl while making s’mores and it bled for 2 flipping hours even elevated
Giant hamster wheel
Tripped on the sidewalk. Knee was destroyed.
stabbed my foot with a pitchfork
fell in a manhole
fell off my bike into a flowerbed
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What is wrong with me..
I want someone to help, I really do, but at the same time I won’t.
All I am, my personality, my entire being are the reason why I’m still alive and if I’ll ever lose my illnesses that protect me from being the weak crybaby I used to be I’ll never survive.
I don’t know who I am but I don’t want to know.