My Random Book About Randomness Part 1! !

'Rolling'

Hey guys! I got another funny story... I think. (^^ゞ Anyways it all started on a Tuesday or Wednesday evening, I was going to have a nice hot shower. So as I was doing all my hygienic stuff, I had to do one last thing. And it was to wash my face.

Okay okay I know you guys would all be saying:

You: Girl! You're taking a shower, your face is already washed!

No! The thing is there's this soapy liquid thing I use to wash my face to take all the dirt off. And let me tell you it was good!

So yeah, as I was pretty much gonna wash my face when I had one problem. And it was to.......
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To open the dang thing you call a bottle. So when I was trying really hard to open it, I opened it. After I was done showering and putting on my clothes, I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my right thumb. So when I looked at it I saw a cut and it was bleeding.

I of course panicked because it was bleeding, but then I wondered how I even got the cut. Then suddenly I remembered the stupid bottle. I was mad at that bottle so i grabbed a pillow with my good hand and swore the most colorful word that is even brighter than a unicorn's barf.

By the way the word was F*ck. I'm just kidding I didn't swear, I just kept saying some wretched things about that bottle. After that whole scenario, I decided it was best to just clean it up like any 'normal' person would do.

So yeah the next day, it was a schools day, I finished doing my hygienic stuffs and went out to eat breakfast. So when I was passing the living room my dad and my little brother were there, and the worst part was that my dad noticed my wrapped up thumb. Well, of course he would since I kind of went overboard with the bandaging.

Anyways, my dad noticed it and decided to ask me. I'm gonna do it in scrip form alright!

Dad: Hey, Electra?

Me: Yes daddy? (DON'T JUDGE ME!! 😳)

Dad: What happened to your thumb?

Me: Oh this! Yeah, I cut myself.

Dad: （○□○）

I saw my dad's shocked face and I suddenly remembered my choice of words.

Me: I accidentally cut myself with the bottle in the bathroom, when I was trying to open it!!

I said it very rushed since I panicked at what he was thinking. Okay you must be wondering why my dad was shocked. Apparently, my dad thought I was 'rolling', rolling is a slang word of cutting just so you know. So yeah my dad thought I was committing suicide or something.

Moral of this story guys is to never and I mean NEVER!! Never use all your strength just to open a bottle, because you'll end up going overboard with the bandages. Is that all? Oh yeah! Don't drink and drive people!

Yup! That's all! Nothing is missing so I guess this is where we go and-- Here comes Ender, as he breaks down my door.

Ender: You idiot! You're supposed to tell them about the whole 'rolling' thing!!

Oh yeah! That's it! Okay guys, I'm gonna tell you something very inspiring and so heartwarming that you'll understand so much.

Ender: *Rolls his eyes*

Don't... DON'T..... Don't you ever... EVER!! Don't you ever reveal that you are cutting, because the next thing you know lots of people are gonna give you a sh*t load of pity.

Ender: *Widens eyes* Uh... El... You're kind of getting too deep

No!! Shut up! I've seen this before, all in the movies! And the girl dies!!! The girl dies!!! WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Ender: Were you watching Mekakucity Actors?

Actually no, but I kind of read all the spoilers so.... WAAAAHHHH!!!! The guy turns into a..... a... Aw, man I forgot what he was! But it had to end with 'EED'

Ender: FEED?

No, it is either NEED or PEED. I didn't even bother searching up, but it's so depressing. So yeah guys, don't cut yourself, but if you do try to at least not push yourself or.... or.... Yeah, just try not to over extent yourself to the edge. If anyone here is 'rolling' just at least have someone who would actually care to understand your pain.

Truth is, I myself was close to cutting myself because of suffering from major depression. Every day I am depressed and the burden always keeps piling up and up like it was a never ending stack of pancakes. But I have these two people who still keep me going, my best friend, Storm, and my puppy, Lucky.

But now things changed, I'm separated from Storm since I skipped a grade, and Lucky.... I'm sorry I just can't continue. Yet every time I think of them, they are always the one pushing me to live. That's what a true friend is, they help you, they guide you, they walk with you, and most of all they will love you even more then anyone else in the world.

So if you are suffering depression like me and is very close to committing suicide. Just STOP! Don't think that you alone have the worse problem then anyone else in the world, because there are even more people suffering more than you yourself alone.

Anyways that escalated quite quickly, and Ender are you crying? (◎_◎;)

Ender: NO I AM NOT!! .·'¯'(>▂<)'¯'·.

Alright.... So all in all guys, find a supportive friend out there to help you lift off your problems. But if not try talking to me about your problems, I really love to help people out. I especially love to meet and help broken people, because the truth is I find the broken people the most strongest than the non-broken ones.

Ender: Wait? El, am I your friend?

━(◯Δ◯∥)━ン Anyways goodbye readers!! See you next chapter!!! Don't forget about my advice!!!!! (Dashes off with an embarrassed face)

Ender: W-Wait!!