Yes, I am so happy that I had top surgery, but I thought I would be healed already and I could go back to normal, but no. I am still in quite a bit of pain at times.
Hell. A place or being that’s just awful. I think when I was given thus topic, I was told to choose things that were my own personal idea of hell. So I shall list them off.
1) Being stuck in a room full of furbies. I think I’ve spoken about my phobia of the bug eyed, fluffy, evil fucking cunts. I hate them. Nothing screams hell to me then those shits staring at me.
2) A conversation with my biological father. I have no intention to build a relationship with him. He made that choice, and I’m happy without him.
3)Having banana cake as the only option as desert. Because banana is gross
Those are my ideas of hell. Sorry that this is such a short post, but there wasn’t much to cover. Monday is I for Invention