Only cartoons can exagerate the truth and logic of every little thing we do in our daily lives. Hei, they are not to blame, it's our own fault for quest of better entertaiment in the world but it still didn't help with the over reaction of a simple yet seemingly meaningful stung I receive from a now, obviously dead flying monstrosity - a bee.
I woke up feeling my mother rustle about and getting ready for work. When I looked up and about to go through my morning rituals of cursing and being gloomy, I saw a huge bumble bee, flying not to far from my face.
Honestly? I didn't know I could move that fast. Running away seemed a logically explanation cause...they all run in the cartoons, right?
My mom thought that she could kill it. So she started swatting the little dare devil with a piece of cloth. She couldn't get a hit so she got ready to work. Little did I know that it was agitated from the little welcome party mom threw at him and decided for his own brand of justice - me.
It didn't hurt. Mom thought I wasn't on the brink of dying so I wasn't sent to the hospital but for the heck of it, I check the internet anyway to see if I should go about writing my will or not.
Koppert.com provided with a good explanation of my current predicament. Looks like I'm class one? Least, I'm not hyperventilating to my doom like I'd expected which greatly saddens me somewhat.
Anyways, since I wasn't about to be dead any moment, a little revenge is forthcoming. I had fun giving it a slow painful death. I know that should have been me but -shrug- sorry, survival of the fittest, I guess.
Other then that, it was a cold night yesterdat. This cough isn't going to let up without a fight. The build up of hymen isn't really enjoyable either. Sniveling and breathing in and out a couple of snot filled air isn't what I would call the best day ever as well.
So I got up and went out. I overheard the adults talking. I found out what they really thought of me. Brought me much joy.
Shivering to a bout of pneumonia is better then hearing that. Sometimes I wonder, which other shoe out there from the other people are going to drop? And they wonder why I'm such an idiotic recluse. No hope for the future. Of why I don't believe in anyone. Of why I can never forgive. Of why I hate the word trust.
People prove me wrong...again...again...and again.
Added to that, I seemed to be a source of misery to many. Heaven knows what I've done to many already.
I'd like to believe I'm no freak but every little thing just point it back right to that fact.
I think I'm better of left to my technologies, facebook, fantasies, porn, sex, lies, and games.
But this is just one of my many cold nights and unlucky days.
It doesn't matter what I think, does it?
Many more are just around the corner, waiting for its shinning opportune moment to be unraveled and buried within my heart for as long as it can take.
I woke up feeling my mother rustle about and getting ready for work. When I looked up and about to go through my morning rituals of cursing and being gloomy, I saw a huge bumble bee, flying not to far from my face.
Honestly? I didn't know I could move that fast. Running away seemed a logically explanation cause...they all run in the cartoons, right?
My mom thought that she could kill it. So she started swatting the little dare devil with a piece of cloth. She couldn't get a hit so she got ready to work. Little did I know that it was agitated from the little welcome party mom threw at him and decided for his own brand of justice - me.
It didn't hurt. Mom thought I wasn't on the brink of dying so I wasn't sent to the hospital but for the heck of it, I check the internet anyway to see if I should go about writing my will or not.
Koppert.com provided with a good explanation of my current predicament. Looks like I'm class one? Least, I'm not hyperventilating to my doom like I'd expected which greatly saddens me somewhat.
Anyways, since I wasn't about to be dead any moment, a little revenge is forthcoming. I had fun giving it a slow painful death. I know that should have been me but -shrug- sorry, survival of the fittest, I guess.
Other then that, it was a cold night yesterdat. This cough isn't going to let up without a fight. The build up of hymen isn't really enjoyable either. Sniveling and breathing in and out a couple of snot filled air isn't what I would call the best day ever as well.
So I got up and went out. I overheard the adults talking. I found out what they really thought of me. Brought me much joy.
Shivering to a bout of pneumonia is better then hearing that. Sometimes I wonder, which other shoe out there from the other people are going to drop? And they wonder why I'm such an idiotic recluse. No hope for the future. Of why I don't believe in anyone. Of why I can never forgive. Of why I hate the word trust.
People prove me wrong...again...again...and again.
Added to that, I seemed to be a source of misery to many. Heaven knows what I've done to many already.
I'd like to believe I'm no freak but every little thing just point it back right to that fact.
I think I'm better of left to my technologies, facebook, fantasies, porn, sex, lies, and games.
But this is just one of my many cold nights and unlucky days.
It doesn't matter what I think, does it?
Many more are just around the corner, waiting for its shinning opportune moment to be unraveled and buried within my heart for as long as it can take.
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