The First Time I Was Injured

One of my cousins ​​said "Kuan is here." "I wish we could play with you," he said repeatedly. Eventually I gave up and played with them. Does your family party at tonight? "It is thought that today is a wonderful day." When I got up this morning I woke up. After all it was not what I wanted. That night began at the party. I am still young and I am still in Vietnam. My family and I live in a house in the grandparent's house, and the house is large.

My first self injury was for just pleasure, this is to show that I am strong and not afraid. When the needle penetrates my left wrist muscle it is dragged deep into the shape of a small heart; I will scratch it to stop the blood from bleeding out of my school uniform until it stops flowing Press it strongly. There, I licked my right thumb, you complained and tasted the metal splint, I sat there just looking at what I did. Although it hurts a little, I do not feel guilty or stupid, but I am calm and controlling.

The first year of my university took place again. I just joined the football team, and another ankle injury made me a bystander. It was terrible that I got hurt, but I was alone for the first time. I was eating garbage for several days in bed and rolling. That year my first anxiety attack. It is uncontrollable. That is the reason I wrote this. I will be 22 next month. I should be in the best of my life. Please do not try to climb the stairs. I should not complain about heartache. For my birthday, my heart is my first heart. As of today, there is no fast food any more. This is the first step of a long journey. I know that this may seem trivial to you or ridiculous. But when your loved one said, "You are chasing ourselves and being deprived of opportunity to grow with you with me," those French fries do not look very good.