Headbutting a Wall

When I was little, I used to headbutt walls.
I know it seems stupid, and being a girl makes it even more idiotic, but I headbutted walls.
I’d pretend that I was this hardcore beast that could beat everything in its way up because my head was so thick with monsterous manly man strength.
Just to impress people, I’d headbutt walls.

I totally stopped after a few days when I realized how stupid it was.
Self inflicted pain for the enjoyment from people? That’s just. What.

Anyway, for extra credit in anatomy class (on the test), I had to headbutt a wall then name the muscle that hurts.
It’s the frontalis that hurts after inflicting pain upon your forehead.
I underestimated the distance I was from the wall and really smacked my head on it that it banged hard. It’s so swollen right now. I don’t regret it though.
Anything to help that crappy grade go up.

Instead of getting anywhere with my haystack man, I ended up liking my current relationship with him. I can’t stop doting on him. He’s really just… Super adorable. I would really end up spoiling him bad. I even did a playing test for him, because 54% is not acceptable. So I gave him an 88%.
Flugel Forever.

Anyway, on the topic of love and the like, I guess I ended up crushing on someone else instead. Someone I thought would be like my brother from another mother. We have the same birthday and for half the year, we were continuously using that fact as being twins.
But that started to change over winter break. Yes, I haven’t really been honest with you.
Ups and downs and all arounds.
What pretty much sums up everything I feel towards him is expressed in my poem, Another Brother.
I’m a little angry right now since my dad thought it’d be great to make me wait in the cold for an hour and forty minutes for him. So… I’m just going to take a nap. Cool myself off.
Then watch some disney movies.
Nothing’s more fun than having a disney movie to watch.