reneemarie

yeah so I was in the dark in a foreign house and fell down a flight of stairs! Not just tripped and buckled down a few. I'm talkin bout tumbling head over heels down a fucking flight of stairs. Fuck that is some scary shit. I felt myself stumbling down and there was nothing I could do about it. When I landed at the bottom I laid there for a moment and thought "Am I dead?" but I realized I could think so I obviously wasn't dead. i actually got myself up and leaned against a table and asked myself questions the doctor asks you if you have a concussion. I knew my name but way fucked up my birthday. I stood there just reciting common shit no one was around. Then someone came in the door and I told them what happened and he checked me out, the back of my head felt wet I thought it was blood but he assured me it wasn't. My hand was busted and bleeding and my entire wrist was an instant purple bruise (my instinct while falling was to protect my head I guess, with my arm). But yeah I'm ok. That's so fucking scary tho. Falling down a flight of stairs and you can't stop it til you hit the bottom. For real, it's scary as fuck. So yeah um be careful. Shit I just had to vent. I've been thru some fucked up shit but when something is going horribly wrong and you can't do shit about it... that is terrifying. So um, stairs = DEATH TRAPS. the end........... what a fucked up night.... I'm not even gonna talk about the aftermath of that but um HAY GUYS I'M ALIVE- if anyone reads this and cares :oP

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Renee