Here's how I earned my title: This last week after returning from somewhere that shall remain nameless (I think you know), I did something bad that required me to get stitches. Then my everyone got mad and scared and made me stay in the house for 6 straight days and I had to sleep and pee and take a shower with the door open. And I had to sleep upstairs.... and all sorts of other humiliating things that I really just brought upon myself. And while I was sitting there thinking about how I hadn't done anything I was supposed to do yet, it struck me that I didn't even have a topic nailed down for my speculation about causes essay. So I looked to my left... to my right... down at my arms in my lap...
LIGHTBULB!
I think I'll write my paper about self-injury.
Ironic, is it not? So I interviewed my therapist for one of the 6 hours that I talked to her over the last week to use as one of my sources. I tried to make the causes sound legit. Because if I was going to write it about my own personal experiences it would just be like, "I'm sad so I'm gonna wreck myself up. (Allegory 4)"
Aaaaaanyways.... I'm just going to start making fun of myself so it doesn't seem so outwardly pathetic... just pathetic when you stop and think about it. That is my goal in life... to fool people into thinking I'm funny so that they don't stop and think and realize that I'm just sad.
How's it working so far?
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