@Luna_Maria What. The. Actual. Fuck.

@Chasebloodcrest well, if you had the choice between being a mother at age 13 and living a normal life, you'd end up choosing that option, too.
i often think of what would have happened had i not had that abortion, but that's something i try not to overthink cause then i'd start thinking of how my baby would look like and act if he/she was alive right now. that makes me very sad

@Luna_Maria It's quite sad actually, you could have been this cute little mother but I suppose you're right, the age of 13 is well... you're too young to carry out that burden. I just hope you weren't assaulted sexually or anything like that. Sex at the age of 13, damn.

it's not impatient! we were in love! we'd be married by now if that acident.. didn't... fuck, i don't want to remember that again, i'm off to drink some wine and get wasted bye

Uh... well, have fun getting pregnant again.

i can't.

Back to the fact game.

I'm surprised I don't have brain damage.

I had a grand mal seizure as a kid in a Walmart parking lot, so that happened.

In sixth grade, one of my friends wanted to kick the football back in the field as we came back inside after class ended. I happened to be right in the way of him (mere inches) and took a punted football straight to the forehead.

Also around this time (or might be before the football incident, I don't remember to be honest) I went hiking with my uncle and cousins through the trails deep in the forest not too far from my house. However, to get to the trails, you have to go down this massively steep hill, affectionately named Superman Hill by the locals. I had made it halfway down the hill before my feet slipped, and I couldn't stop until I started to tumble down the hill thankfully right before I ended up in the creek bed. I had lost my shoes and was quite dirty, but I was fine for the most part.

Then, later in life when I was in Junior High, my friends and I did some stupid things and would kick or throw rocks to fight boredom on the long walk to our bus stop since they decided to put it so far away. I was sitting on the curb waiting for the bus while playing around on my phone, and someone decided to take a piece of the road (the actual asphalt, not a rock) to throw it at someone, and ended up clonking me in the side of the head with it.

I guess it is just safe to say I'm born as a klutz. I've gained a ton of injuries by hurting myself somehow, like the many times I tore up my legs playing four square as a kid or the time when it was the last day of school and I decided to race my friends down the blacktop track (just a track painted down the side of it), only to cut and scar myself once more. The good thing is I have yet to break a bone, unlike my siblings (who both broke them in the same places by slipping in front of their school on ice).

[@Poi] You should change your Custom Title from Go Cubs Go! to Go breaking bones Go!

I'm sorry for what happened but I'm sure it was fun experience. I mean check out the bright side:

...

Wait.

My bad, there is no bright side in that.

Oh there is one! You aren't dead yet, it means you're STRONG! You're a survivor. And ah, at least you weren't drunk at a petting zoo and a goat headbutted you right in the dick so hard that you threw up in a trash can in front of families with kids.

Up until last month I lived in a universe parallel to this one where Febreze was spelt 'Febreeze' and Kit Kat had a dash in the name.

I don't take criticism too well, constructive or otherwise.

… What's that, Jerry?

Well f*ck you too, Jerry.

I made a post on this site at least once in my life. I know, how horrible.

I'm surprised I don't have brain damage.

I had a grand mal seizure as a kid in a Walmart parking lot, so that happened.

In sixth grade, one of my friends wanted to kick the football back in the field as we came back inside after class ended. I happened to be right in the way of him (mere inches) and took a punted football straight to the forehead.

Also around this time (or might be before the football incident, I don't remember to be honest) I went hiking with my uncle and cousins through the trails deep in the forest not too far from my house. However, to get to the trails, you have to go down this massively steep hill, affectionately named Superman Hill by the locals. I had made it halfway down the hill before my feet slipped, and I couldn't stop until I started to tumble down the hill thankfully right before I ended up in the creek bed. I had lost my shoes and was quite dirty, but I was fine for the most part.

Then, later in life when I was in Junior High, my friends and I did some stupid things and would kick or throw rocks to fight boredom on the long walk to our bus stop since they decided to put it so far away. I was sitting on the curb waiting for the bus while playing around on my phone, and someone decided to take a piece of the road (the actual asphalt, not a rock) to throw it at someone, and ended up clonking me in the side of the head with it.

I guess it is just safe to say I'm born as a klutz. I've gained a ton of injuries by hurting myself somehow, like the many times I tore up my legs playing four square as a kid or the time when it was the last day of school and I decided to race my friends down the blacktop track (just a track painted down the side of it), only to cut and scar myself once more. The good thing is I have yet to break a bone, unlike my siblings (who both broke them in the same places by slipping in front of their school on ice).

Reminds me of the fact I was whacked in the head with basketballs at least a dozen times as a kid. Shows how bloody wonderful I was at sports at the time. >.>

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Reminds me of the fact I was whacked in the head with basketballs at least a dozen times as a kid. Shows how bloody wonderful I was at sports at the time. >.>

I've taken a number of dodgeballs to the face as well.

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I've taken a number of dodgeballs to the face as well.

I had enough sense to stay away from the kinds of balls that could really knock me >.>

If I could get hit with a projectile, I was probably hit.

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I had enough sense to stay away from the kinds of balls that could really knock me >.>

If I could get hit with a projectile, I was probably hit.

I was always one of the easier targets as I was largely different in size from my classmates (6ft, stocky shoulders, etc. would've been perfect for a football player if I chose to go that route), provided I didn't catch the ball. One of my friends would use me as a shield because he was so scrawny. He used to joke around that I was his bodyguard in high school considering he was a twig while I was the brawny guy who took weight lifting for PE class.

The first car I was given died the second I put the keys into the ignition (crank sensor died), and had to get rope-towed home from the golf-course.

Which was alright, since the car already had a water-pump siezure leading to a serpentine-belt snap (leading to loss of power steering, amongst pretty much everything) and a cracked engine-block from subsequent overheating that winter.

We called that one "Ringo"

All my cars have been since nicknamed "Kenny". No problems.

I don't like when ducks stare at me.

I like when ducks stare at me.

Briza starts with the letter B.