About five minutes ago, I came to a very serious conclusion: I am a fucking retard. I was just sitting here, doing nothing really, and I look at my hand, and I have a bloodied knuckle. Not some little scratch, an uneven triangle of my skin has simply been grazed down. It's as if I had pnuched a roughly-surfaced wall in a rage, then dragged my hand down for about ten centimetres, to emphasize my point.
But here's the thing: I definitely didn't do that. In case you want to know how I know, it's because I would remember doing that. Besides, the extent of the damage was limited to this one knuckle, not the rest of my hand which would also have been ubjected to that sort of torment.
But then how the fuck did it get there?? Seriously, there is skin missing, which was not missing about three seconds before I noticed it was missing. Was it aliens?? Do they think I'm on to their astounding plot to control and dominate humanity?? AM I on to their astounding plot to control and dominate humanity?? We will never know..... [/looks off to the horizon. Indoors.]
Did I do it?? How?? Is my depression manifesting itself into an alternate personality that's suicidally depressed and trying to end it all?? Maybe not, but it does give me a great idea for a screenplay. Was it some sort of rare invisible insect that lives off human skin?? Maybe not, but again, great idea for a screen play.
I have work to do. What was I talking about before??
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