Willst du mitkommen?
I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed in Deutschland. Still learning deutsch alongside my man Ludwig. Let's watch and see what happens -Wir wollen gehen!
Trying to doctor my eye
won’t lie, isn’t going too well.
BUT did fine that my right eye (the uninjured one at the moment) right where my skull starts to slope inwards to begin the socket (on the outer edge) has a “chip” in it. There’s like a small indention, like there’s a piece missing. But only on that side, not the other.
Am I the only one with this problem or is this like an everyone thing?
… you know, it could have happened when I got hit by that car… or when Morgan kicked me in the face….
but to CHIP MY SKULL?!!? Dude, what the fuck?!
Well looks like I have an anxiety disorder.
Oh, fuck. Me too.
It’s called Dermatillomania, kinda like a type of OCD.
Anxiety disorder here I come!!
Ever finally make it to bed at night, and lay there, watching the ceiling, and realize how sick you are of bleeding?
JABEESUS! I have never walked around with as many bandages glued to me than I have today, but at least I get to sleep.
That much I am extremely thankful for
turning in early to hopefully catch some rest before beating the sun up
