The raccoons diary

When I say I’m clumsy, I really mean CLUMSY. Not “oh no I spilled my water” clumsy. I’m the kind of clumsy that makes people believe the excuses I made for my ex because with me, it’s totally believable that I fell down the stairs three times in a week.

I have been clumsy since the day I was born, they say that I din’t get pushed out on my birth day. No, I manage to trip out some way (no one has ever said that, but I promise you they should).

When I was younger my mom dropped me off at picture day and she was on cloud nine. I didn’t have a single bruise on my cute little body. She couldn’t wait to see how the pictures would come out, but little did she know. When she picked me up later that day the realisation hit her, she had been celebrating the achievement way too early.

I had fallen and I had the biggest bruise on my face, she picked me up and rushed home. Looking at the collections of pictures she had, she started to pray. She prayed that there wouldn’t be a day where CPS stood by the door coming to investigate how I always managed to get hurt. Everyone told her, it’s okay. Just wait it out, she’s just in a clumsy period, she’ll grow out of it.

But days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years. And here I am, 21 years old and still manages to get just as hurt. Right before my first day of collage.

Lesson number 3: “Sometimes your truths will sound like excuses, just pray that no one calls 911.”

Anyways, I will start my studies tomorrow. This time I will meet my new classmates with a black eye. Me and my boyfriend had been borrowing my parants car to have some vacation. My mom has a hybrid car so I need to put in the charger to charge the battery back up.

I step out of the car and notice that the charger is too short, I need to park the car a bit further back.

I look back to see how much space I have left and at the same time as I turn back around I manage to slam the car door right in my own face.

And of course it hurts like hell, I get in the car, I might have cried a little, but I finish parking the car. Later that night I see it. The black eye. It’s a huge bruise under my eye, going down my cheek.

My left side is basically a huge bruise. So now I get the honor of trying to convince my new classmates that I’m not getting abused, I’m just stupid. My poor boyfriend.

At least I will have an easy way to break the ice so that’s nice, wish me luck! Now I’m going to pray that no one calls 911 to help me, I honestly just need saving from myself lmao.

// The little raccoon

My email: Minska.nobler123@gmail.com