So to start with, if you ever catch me without my shirt on you would be able to see, easily, at least three scars. One just below my. . .what should I call it? I'm not a chick so...Screw it...my breast there is one long scar that I actually got at my Youth Group. I was running and I turned and someone was there and I couldn't slow down, so I jumped over a desk. The desk had really sharp edges and I just got my self. I rolled into the wall sweatdrop
The second one is also on my chest. The thing is it was further up just under my throat. It was done with a fingernail. My own. Unintentionally. I had been in a swimming pool. My schools. With my friends and my first Girl friend. I raised my hand and I apparently got myself with my thumb. I kind of started to bleed. But not all to bad, stung like hell though.
The last one on my torso isn't actually on my chestal section. It's kind of on my side on my back. I actually got it going to the bus. I was in a hurry because I got up late so I was running and teh bus was already at the bottom of the hill. I was running and yelling and then noticed us. So as I was running across the street, what do I do? I trip! Lucky for me I'm quite agile (if not a clutz -_-'), so I rolled upright, but somehow managed to get cut in three different place, I luckily, or unluckily have only one scar.
The funniest thing is all of my scars, no matter how you look at them are all self-inflicted. Like all the scars on my arm. Bug bites that I tare at. Or from pencils. Yes I have cut myself with pencils. I am so emo.
Thats all folks.
With Love,
Takeo Inslayth
Takeo Inslayth