Damien Thorne
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i feel like a lot of people get munchie-like symptoms in their mid teensWhen I was 14 I got really sick and we couldn't figure out why. My mom told me it couldn't have been cancer because my white blood cell counts were good and for some reason I believed her. I thought to myself "wouldn't it be cool if it was cancer. I'd get all this free shit and asspats from everyone! I could like meet Michael Jordan!"
And then two months later God made me eat my words and shit em out my fuckin ass.
The source of my illness was a malignant tumor at the back of my skull.
I still don't know why I thought cancer was cool, and I never told my parents about this. I think about that retarded thought every day.
I don't know, you (presumably?) beat cancer after wishing for it, that's pretty badass.When I was 14 I got really sick and we couldn't figure out why. My mom told me it couldn't have been cancer because my white blood cell counts were good and for some reason I believed her. I thought to myself "wouldn't it be cool if it was cancer. I'd get all this free shit and asspats from everyone! I could like meet Michael Jordan!"
And then two months later God made me eat my words and shit em out my fuckin ass.
The source of my illness was a malignant tumor at the back of my skull.
I still don't know why I thought cancer was cool, and I never told my parents about this. I think about that retarded thought every day.
You were a teen, and had a stupid thought. But it's not like you wished cancer upon someone else, or did anything outright terrible. You may want to tell them or someone else about this. We all have stupid thoughts each day, and sometimes they just happen to align with when something terrible happens. We then blame ourselves for it, and that guilt can last for years, decades, or a lifetime when we didn't cause any of it.When I was 14 I got really sick and we couldn't figure out why. My mom told me it couldn't have been cancer because my white blood cell counts were good and for some reason I believed her. I thought to myself "wouldn't it be cool if it was cancer. I'd get all this free shit and asspats from everyone! I could like meet Michael Jordan!"
And then two months later God made me eat my words and shit em out my fuckin ass.
The source of my illness was a malignant tumor at the back of my skull.
I still don't know why I thought cancer was cool, and I never told my parents about this. I think about that retarded thought every day.