Like what? Trying to write down the cringe shit I’ve done makes it seem a lot more forgivable. Oh, I was a rat snitch as a 12 year old? I got my friends in trouble because they left me out of activities because I was a rat snitch who got them in trouble all the time?
I was caught watching porn as a youngster? Wooow, what an original trauma. I bet nobody else has ever been caught looking up pictures of boobs when they were 14. I’ve definitely never found my siblings’ sex stuff.
I got into skateboarding because of an anime, stepped on it once, fell over backwards and broke my elbow? Now that’s embarrassing. But you know what? I got on the damn skateboard and tried. Would I rather be here right now with that infernal machine still under my bed, never having mustered up the courage to try in the first place?
…Yeah, because hospital bills are fucking expensive
Perhaps I am cringe, but that makes me free!
…Except for when I wake up at ngiht in a cold sweat remembering cringe from years ago.
Like what? Trying to write down the cringe shit I’ve done makes it seem a lot more forgivable. Oh, I was a rat snitch as a 12 year old? I got my friends in trouble because they left me out of activities because I was a rat snitch who got them in trouble all the time?
I was caught watching porn as a youngster? Wooow, what an original trauma. I bet nobody else has ever been caught looking up pictures of boobs when they were 14. I’ve definitely never found my siblings’ sex stuff.
I got into skateboarding because of an anime, stepped on it once, fell over backwards and broke my elbow? Now that’s embarrassing. But you know what? I got on the damn skateboard and tried. Would I rather be here right now with that infernal machine still under my bed, never having mustered up the courage to try in the first place?
…Yeah, because hospital bills are fucking expensive