Why, you may ask
but most likely didn’t, did I disappear for a few days?
Well, funny story. Right now I’m still nursing my wounds.
Story Time with Nutella:
My mom decided to get the whole family to go out together even though she knows I hate the outside world of sun and grass and bugs. So, naturally, she had to pick the activity that I’d be most likely to accidentally kill myself. Hiking!
Apparently there were different trails we could go through, but being completely clueless we just went wherever we wanted. We ended up taking the HARDEST trail by accident.
There was supposed to be a waterfall at the end of the trail, so we were basically walking beside a little stream of water. Long story short, I fell in the water and got completely wet, my brother dropped a huge rock on my foot, and I fell on a rock and bruised my butt.
That’s not even the worst part.
The worst part was that I found a gigantic spider in my shirt. I hate spiders. They’re probably the number one reason I don’t go outside.
Now I can’t even sit down because everything hurts. I’ll just lie in a prone position and imagine this is what dying feels like.