I remember one time I boxed my friend Kenny.
Of course this was a long time ago, I'm very anti-violence now.
We went at it for a long time. My strategy was to wear him out as thin as I could and then go all out on him in the end. I basically just let him hit me for a pretty long time.
My adrenaline was kicking in pretty hard, so I didn't realize how much he was actually hurting me.
Yeah, my strategy worked, but I ended up with a busted nose and a busted lip and it hurt to chew for a week.
My nose is still a little crooked, it kinda goes off to the right a little.
I do a really good job of rolling with the punches.
I feel like I can take more damage than I really can.
In my lifetime, especially the last couple years, a lot of people have let me down.
A lot of people have totally abandoned me.
And then they just came back like everything was ok, and I let them.
But I'm just now starting to realize that I don't know if I'm really ok with that.
Like, I've done such a good job of acting like everything's ok that I totally forgot how much it really hurt
When they just up and left like I didn't even mean anything.
I dunno.
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