
Originally Posted by
Von Milash
Years ago, after my dad die,d I went to a shrink to see if I was crazy. I was hugely stressed over grad school results, the chick situation, etc. And across the room from me was a doc who was burned in a bus accident, face mangled, a hook for a hand, the whole bit. and I'm griping about petty shit.
When you see a poor girl like that, you tend to say who gives a shit that my hair aint quite as thick as it used to be, or the 2 pounds of candied peanuts I ate watching the game gave me a smll zit that nobody can even see.
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