The Kid
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I'm afraid this won't be as eloquently stated as Lightning's articles on proper bathroom etiquette, but I try.
A week ago I was sick as hell. I don't know why, I just felt like crap, my body sagged, head pounded, life sucked. I contemplated whether this was it, I was finally dying. "Not like this!" that's all I was really thinking. I thought about all the wrong I did, the little bit of right I did; I thought about my whole two decades of life so far and how I've accomplished prettymuch nothing. I thought about the petty arguments we have online about nipples and scars. I really thought it was going to be all over and no one here would really know I was dead.
Then I thought about how I'm not even supposed to be alive in the first place. My heart was very weak when I was born, some sort of hole in it. I was hooked up to some machines periodically as a child so they could check in on it, I supposed to see if it was getting better or worse. Determined not to die from some heart problem, I exercised vigorously to hopefully make the heart muscles stronger. I guess it worked because i'm not dead.
I guess I'm not so easy to kill. Ha ha ha ha.
Now I feel alive again after days of wondering if I was dying or not. TIS GOOD TO BE ALIVE!!!!!
Oh well that's my story.
A week ago I was sick as hell. I don't know why, I just felt like crap, my body sagged, head pounded, life sucked. I contemplated whether this was it, I was finally dying. "Not like this!" that's all I was really thinking. I thought about all the wrong I did, the little bit of right I did; I thought about my whole two decades of life so far and how I've accomplished prettymuch nothing. I thought about the petty arguments we have online about nipples and scars. I really thought it was going to be all over and no one here would really know I was dead.
Then I thought about how I'm not even supposed to be alive in the first place. My heart was very weak when I was born, some sort of hole in it. I was hooked up to some machines periodically as a child so they could check in on it, I supposed to see if it was getting better or worse. Determined not to die from some heart problem, I exercised vigorously to hopefully make the heart muscles stronger. I guess it worked because i'm not dead.
I guess I'm not so easy to kill. Ha ha ha ha.
Now I feel alive again after days of wondering if I was dying or not. TIS GOOD TO BE ALIVE!!!!!
Oh well that's my story.