anyway, so yeah, i don't know, so I write, instead of going to sleep, because that's smart! and i try to figure things out, writing is a form of therapy for me, you know, just getting words out because...just because...i don't know, maybe it allows my subconscious process information or something, i don't know, and I never plan what I'll write (shows doesn't it?!) which is why I jump about, and repeat myself and talk in circles and basically just waffle on...it's a curse, I swear to God.
So, now I'm going to tell you about the time I almost died. Well, one of the times I've nearly died, I've nearly died a lot of times....like the time I had a missing heart valve that requires me to take antibiotics every time i get a cut...a condition that wasn't discovered until i was 6/7 and after plenty of injuries >_> but i digress....so, I went to Cornwall with la famille, and we were walking around Land's End, and there's these rocks jutting out of the ground, overlooking the cliff, so i obviously climbed it because hey, what's a boy to do when given the choice to confront his own mortality...and I see that there's another rock about three foot away from the one I'm standing on and I think to myself "I bet I could jump that..." and I totally won the bet! on the other rock I realised the first rock, the one I had jumped off of was actually slightly higher than this one...so i jumped back, but I didn't quite make it and I fell off the cliff onto the rocks in the sea below and I died....well, actually, I did fuck up the jump, and i was left clawing my way back up onto the first rock...if I had fell, that would have been it, there would be no me here right now....and it's mad to think that...yeah, stupid decisions, my teen years were full of them. By the by....my family don't know how close I came to falling to my death...don't tell them...I'll get in trouble for 1) almost dying, and B) not telling them for so long and 3) iono, probably almost ruining a vacation or something, iono, they'll make up a C.
I've been writing this for nearly an hour now, over in fact...it really doesn't seem so much for an hours worth of work, but then, whilst I don't plan these things, I do think about what to put in them...there's a lot that goes into my writing that I end up deleting because it's just...i don't really know the word....personal, I guess would be the closest...I'm really bad at personal things, like, really personal things, displaying certain emotions, or whatever...see? It goes back to the rejection thing I guess. I think I'm done writing for now.
PS: With regards to the title, I am listening to an eclectic mix of wubs and/or dubs, as is tradition.