(This is why i barly trust my mum anymore 😑)
When i was 6 yrs old i was in my nana and pop's house because for a few years me and mum where living there because of....Really stupid reason....Anyways 1 day (yes i will always have 1 day in this don't like it to bad its not getting replaced because i don't wanna) i went into one of the drawers and found a stapler! I had no clue what it was just that it stuck paper together and i wanted it (can you tell what's gunna happen? ) i pressed down really hard on the paper that i got from my cupboard of "arts and crafts" and when i pressed down on it nothing happened! No staple came out so naturally i kept doing and got frustrated and put my thumb under it to try and disassemble it to see what wasn't working properly.( I was unsupervised) I pulled up and pushed down accidentally and what happens? I get a staple in the side of my thumb it took a few seconds for me to realize what just happened and only after i toke my thumb out of the stapler did i realize what just happened and then the pain suddenly hits me like a slap to the face and i start crying and call out to my mum and she bolts into the room and holds my back and rubs my back and says sshhh let me have a look at it....trusting me gives my thumb over to my mum and she holds my hand and literally without hesitation says hmm yeah and grabs the dang staple out and i look at her shocked and hurt that she just did that and i start sobing andthe second she goes away and then comes back with a band-aid walk away from her with my head down and put on the band-aid.( and i don't trust her for another reason which if im feeling up to it ill re-write it again since watt-spat didn't want to save it thats why imma copy and past this one rn lol)
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stupid shit thats happen in my life
Non-Fictionjust stupid shit that's happened in my life and i would like to rant and get it out of my system for once before all this....doubt and guilt i guess you could say finally gets to me and this wont be a very timelined thing the years and ages of mysel...
