Hm, I could try to cut off the blood flow to... That thing. Let's see how it tries producing hormones, if all of it's cells are dying. Why didn't I think of that a decade ago? x.x
Wait, I vaguely remember strangling it to try to kill it a decade ago. Vaguely.
I think I was mad about it making gross stuff. Something like that.
What an idiot, that won't cut off the flow of blood, need some tight rope or something x.x
That bi... Okay, I don't feel like getting banned x.x
She's so infuriating, going on about trivial nonsense and just sitting around doing nothing. No doubt she'll 'forget' about it at the first opportunity. How should I convey that it's a serious issue? Do I have to write the message on the walls in my own blood? Something ominous like, "Take me to a Psychologist NOW"?
Mhm, those three methods are terrible. The best method would be a shotgun to the head, but this isn't America where I can just stroll into a gun shop and walk out with one. Even a god wouldn't be able to do anything about that injury.
Alas, I have to make do with lesser methods. No promises here, even if you are asking nicely, sorry. A few weeks ago, I was in a really, really tall building and I was just staring out one of it's 70th floor windows, imagining jumping out of it.
The window called out to me, it wanted me to jump out of it, well it didn't literally talk, that's a metaphor before you tell me to go to a lunatic asylum. Unfortunately, it was one of those windows designed in such a way that I would have to go straight through the glass.
Considering that there's even surgery to make people shorter these days, it doesn't seem that implausible to have a bunch of bones broken and fused back together. I probably already need Hollywood level plastic surgery on the face, they seem to love pumping in silicone.
Or I could really badly burn it and blame a domestic house fire for looking so ugly.
No, that probably looks even uglier. Shocking enough.
Fresh on 21. Too old. Really old. In my head, around 11ish is considered youthful. Anything else for me is old and ugly. There are different levels of old and ugly, of course. Why? Who knows. Probably because it's not tainted by a horrible, horrible curse.
If I see that psychologist, if I'm not dead by then, I'll probably pretend to be mute or something. Talking would just be the ultimate humiliation.
Quotefor me i first would hide and cry and not let a soul touch me ever
I never let a soul touch me. They did say that I was very, very adept at hiding rather than compete in sports.
If I had to guess, it might have something to do with the changing rooms as I was always really unconsciously covering myself so that no one can see. Maybe.