I cut my hand.
Actually, I didn't, a shitload of glasses fell, and one shattered on my hand. So in essence, it wasn't me who cut my hand, it wasn't my fault. The damn glasses just fell, with no reason (deemonz, I tell ya, it was deemonz), and one of them shattered on my hand.
As I stood there, frozen in place, looking in amazemend at my hand, the glass-splinters were shining and bright on my hand. The effect of it was slightly ruined tho, by the blood running from the cuts.
My mum, competend as ever, took care of the broken glass, pulled out every splinter from my hand, and put bandaids on my fingers and palm.
It's not so bad actually, it looked worse than it is. And right now, it looks kinda cool too, lol, with all the bandaids on my hand.
My boyfriend calls my reaction to all of this *morbid*, I wonder why
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Blue Bubblegum Girl