Grim Reaper's Seduction
An hour ago, I got out of my bathroom and slipped.
I fell backwards and hit my head hard against the corner of the wall beside the bathroom door.
I blacked out for a split second before the pain set in.
My head, my hand, my spine, my hip. They were killing me.
I couldn't stop bawling. I thought I was going to die. The pain was immense.
My mom ran out of the kitchen, collapsed into a kneel and cradled me like a baby. Then she wept as she massaged my head with determined desperation.
My sister then revealed that she's fallen a couple of times herself and hit her head against the wall once too. However, she said my fall was worse because it was L.O.U.D.
My house must be haunted. We are being assaulted by poltergeists! That, or the Grim Reaper needs to hit his quota.
My mom wanted to send me to the hospital (it was quite a hard knock) but I said it's pointless because doctors nowadays would not entertain you unless and until you can show hard evidence that the Grim Reaper is hovering somewhere around you.
As a matter of fact, this is what the doctor would say.
'Monitor the situation and come back when you experience symptoms of a concussion'.
To which I'm sure I'd reply: 'Why don't I come back when I am in a coma?'
I don't need to pay any idiot to tell me that.
But you do know what this means right?
I've killed as many brain cells as a month of hard binge drinking would.
I know! Like I haven't killed enough already. My mind's fucked enough.
The more I try to cut down on drinking to save 'em cells, the more and faster I lose them.
Seriously though, if anything happens to me, I'd like to say a proper goodbye here.
Goodbye.
That's about it.
So if you don't see this journal updated....
....oops.
PS: My mom refuses to let me go sleep! She keeps saying 'Don't sleep now.' She is so cute. I have to assure her I'd get up the next day. Although I don't even know for sure myself.
It's quite cool to predict one's own death and have it documented really. I'd be a really cool dead chick! I feel so sleepy now. Uh oh.
I fell backwards and hit my head hard against the corner of the wall beside the bathroom door.
I blacked out for a split second before the pain set in.
My head, my hand, my spine, my hip. They were killing me.
I couldn't stop bawling. I thought I was going to die. The pain was immense.
My mom ran out of the kitchen, collapsed into a kneel and cradled me like a baby. Then she wept as she massaged my head with determined desperation.
My sister then revealed that she's fallen a couple of times herself and hit her head against the wall once too. However, she said my fall was worse because it was L.O.U.D.
My house must be haunted. We are being assaulted by poltergeists! That, or the Grim Reaper needs to hit his quota.
My mom wanted to send me to the hospital (it was quite a hard knock) but I said it's pointless because doctors nowadays would not entertain you unless and until you can show hard evidence that the Grim Reaper is hovering somewhere around you.
As a matter of fact, this is what the doctor would say.
'Monitor the situation and come back when you experience symptoms of a concussion'.
To which I'm sure I'd reply: 'Why don't I come back when I am in a coma?'
I don't need to pay any idiot to tell me that.
But you do know what this means right?
I've killed as many brain cells as a month of hard binge drinking would.
I know! Like I haven't killed enough already. My mind's fucked enough.
The more I try to cut down on drinking to save 'em cells, the more and faster I lose them.
Seriously though, if anything happens to me, I'd like to say a proper goodbye here.
Goodbye.
That's about it.
So if you don't see this journal updated....
....oops.
PS: My mom refuses to let me go sleep! She keeps saying 'Don't sleep now.' She is so cute. I have to assure her I'd get up the next day. Although I don't even know for sure myself.
It's quite cool to predict one's own death and have it documented really. I'd be a really cool dead chick! I feel so sleepy now. Uh oh.

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