first off I would just like to say when I finally do die don't grieve, I want yall mother fuckers to party like I was there cuz I don't want my death to be mourned but more of my life celebrated,
ok here we go, at the age of 3 I was eating pizza and standing up on the chair and fell backwards and cracked my head open on the dishwasher, and I ran into a fuckin doorframe on my big wheel and got a big ass bump on my forehead, at the age of 5 I tried to outrace the sun, I flew head over heals and luckily all I did was scrape the fuck out of my knee, I still got the scar to show it, at the age of 7 is when I started get my bare ass beat with a leather belt, at the age of 9, 20 days b4 my 10th bday I was hit by a car, my head smashed off the passenger side mirror and I flew up and over the car, bit my tongue and stopped breathing, the friend who was with me didn't know what to do so she dragged me off to the side of the road, the ambulance had already been called, by the time I got to the hospital I only had a 5% chance of living and had sustained critical damage to the frontal lobe of my brain (that's the part that deals with emotions and shit like that) 6 weeks in comatose and when I finally came to I had no idea where I was and I had to relearn everything, and yes I do mean everything... when I was 11 I fell out 25 feet out of a tree due to a branch breaking as I reached for it and fell and almost broke my back and cracked my head open again (I had cracked my head open a total of 15 times in my life and have had over 200 stitches in my head) onward ho then... at the age of 12 I had spent over a year in the psych ward due to my moms imnsolence to be able to handle me (fuckin bipolar bitch you passed it on to me)... after the last one my dad took me into his custody and said fuck this shit and since then nothing really bad has happened to me cept the fact that I've been hit by a few more cars, beat the shit out of 5 ppl that jumped me at the same time, been in a shitload of fights, and had more girls break my heart than I can count, oh yeah and I've done some stupid shit but other than that it's all pretty cool now, I'm 21 and enraged at my girlfriends mom for beating her but I mentioned that in my previous blog
