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Okay, so I diiiiiiid have a lot of scars beforehand, but they're going away, kind of like how number 5 is, so uhhh... LEMME EXPLAIN (from MOST NOTICEABLE to ABOUT TO FUCKING GO AWAY)

1. I've had this DENT ever since I was six, when I decided to jump off of a coffee table and hit my head on the CORNER of the fireplace, causing me to lose consciousness for about two hours before I woke up at a hospital. "But, Pimp," you might be asking, "Why is it marked so big, then? Surely-"

I was six, I had no fucking clue what stitches were, so I ate them. If I didn't, I wouldn't have had this scar from grade school until forever. Does this explain my crazy ideas and inability to concentrate? I'm a writer, not a FUCKING SURGEON!! How the fuck am I suppose to know?!

2. So I was born with congenital talipes equinovarus (CLUBFOOT, DAMNIT; GET THE FUCK OFF OF DICTIONARY.COM AND PAY ATTENTION) on my left foot. My mom, a nurse, noticed my disability during my first lesson of swimming. One week later, I had surgery to have it removed. Because of this, my left foot is shorter than my right foot! ISN'T THAT AWESOME?! :3

3. (was meant to point at the bottom of my feet) Ummm... uhhh... crawlinginmyskin OKAY, MOVING O- Okay okay, FINE. I went through the phase of cutting myself for emotional reasons, but instead of my wrists or my thighs, I went for the sole of my feet. Why? Well, when's the last time you checked the sole of someone else's feet, huh?? Yeah, that what I thought.

But in all seriousness, I am out of that phase (this was all when I was living with my dad). Kids, cutting is bad; especially at the bottom of your feet! It hurts to walk, you hobble a lot for the first day of cutting, and it never solves anything; either get someone to talk about your problems with or PUNCH YOUR SHITTY ASS PROBLEM MAKERS IN THE FACE. IF THEY DON'T HAVE A FACE, BE AWESOME AND PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE ANYWAY!!!!

4. So when I was little, I had a pool and a backyard. The backyard's sidewalk was paved pebbles that ERODED throughout the years. So, my brother offered to jump in the pool at the same time as me (cuz why the fuck not) so I was OKAY and then we ended up trying to push each other in.
He also pushed me in, but I held on to his arm.
He didn't budge, so I was pivoted to the ERODED pebbles, scraping A LOT OF MY BACK that day.

The only reason there's next to nothing there is that, ummmm, I guess it's all healed up now? :V

5. Practically invisible now; got it from chasing my childhood crush around the bleachers. The corner of the metal bleachers were like "HEY PIMP, I'MMA GONNA RAPE YOUR ARM" and I was like, "uuhhh, no please?" but they did it anyway. :c Once again, it is now gone, for the most part.

ORIGINAL HUR: [link]

Description
Okay, so I diiiiiiid have a lot of scars beforehand, but they're going away, kind of like how number 5 is, so uhhh... LEMME EXPLAIN (from MOST NOTICEABLE to ABOUT TO FUCKING GO AWAY)

1. I've had this DENT ever since I was six, when I decided to jump off of a coffee table and hit my head on the CORNER of the fireplace, causing me to lose consciousness for about two hours before I woke up at a hospital. "But, Pimp," you might be asking, "Why is it marked so big, then? Surely-"

I was six, I had no fucking clue what stitches were, so I ate them. If I didn't, I wouldn't have had this scar from grade school until forever. Does this explain my crazy ideas and inability to concentrate? I'm a writer, not a FUCKING SURGEON!! How the fuck am I suppose to know?!

2. So I was born with congenital talipes equinovarus (CLUBFOOT, DAMNIT; GET THE FUCK OFF OF DICTIONARY.COM AND PAY ATTENTION) on my left foot. My mom, a nurse, noticed my disability during my first lesson of swimming. One week later, I had surgery to have it removed. Because of this, my left foot is shorter than my right foot! ISN'T THAT AWESOME?! :3

3. (was meant to point at the bottom of my feet) Ummm... uhhh... crawlinginmyskin OKAY, MOVING O- Okay okay, FINE. I went through the phase of cutting myself for emotional reasons, but instead of my wrists or my thighs, I went for the sole of my feet. Why? Well, when's the last time you checked the sole of someone else's feet, huh?? Yeah, that what I thought.

But in all seriousness, I am out of that phase (this was all when I was living with my dad). Kids, cutting is bad; especially at the bottom of your feet! It hurts to walk, you hobble a lot for the first day of cutting, and it never solves anything; either get someone to talk about your problems with or PUNCH YOUR SHITTY ASS PROBLEM MAKERS IN THE FACE. IF THEY DON'T HAVE A FACE, BE AWESOME AND PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE ANYWAY!!!!

4. So when I was little, I had a pool and a backyard. The backyard's sidewalk was paved pebbles that ERODED throughout the years. So, my brother offered to jump in the pool at the same time as me (cuz why the fuck not) so I was OKAY and then we ended up trying to push each other in.
He also pushed me in, but I held on to his arm.
He didn't budge, so I was pivoted to the ERODED pebbles, scraping A LOT OF MY BACK that day.

The only reason there's next to nothing there is that, ummmm, I guess it's all healed up now? :V

5. Practically invisible now; got it from chasing my childhood crush around the bleachers. The corner of the metal bleachers were like "HEY PIMP, I'MMA GONNA RAPE YOUR ARM" and I was like, "uuhhh, no please?" but they did it anyway. :c Once again, it is now gone, for the most part.

ORIGINAL HUR: [link]