No, it's not emotional story. No, it's not scary story.
It's a painful story!!
As a grown up I am now (eh I mean, a child in adult body) I have suffered some painful things, I mean physically painful. Sometimes it's my own fault, sometimes it's no one's fault or someone's to blame. But well, they were painful and memorable.
The thing is.... maybe I'm not really quite right in the mind. I actually glad I felt all those pain. I like the "aftertaste" of getting hurt. I just feel stronger -even for just a little bit- after suffering. Maybe I'm semi-M or M? Hahah.
But then, even though I got hurt a lot, now I don't even remember about how much they actually hurt anyway. I just know the fact that it was damn hurt, but I already forgot the feel.
The story started with being a stupid of 5 years living. Running around, falling down to rough pavement and scraping legs. Well, that's just normal kids thing. Yeah, it's not really that memorable because I didn't even cry after falling.
The real story starts now...