It's not so bad, at least, that's what I would always say. I practiced my smile in the mirror, only going out when I was sure I had perfected it.
You know, I'd always try to imitate my tears, they were so real. I didn't have to practice the grimace, you know the one, when you knocked the wind out of me. I never had to practice which way the tears would flow, if you look close, you can see the permanent trail.
My, my, that eye is almost closed this time, the red around the pupil is blurring my vision, but it will be ok, it will heal it always does. I'm not sure, but I suspect my arm is broken. I know you told me not to go to the hospital but, the sharp stabbing pains that shoot up my arm are interfering with the chores I am supposed to do around the house. If I get it fixed, then I can do what I am supposed to do.
Don't think that nurse believed me when I told her I walked into a door, she looked at me funny. I laughed it off and told her, I was just clumsy. Of course, I wasn't sure what to tell her about the arm.
I guess I am just a junky and you are the monkey on my back. When I get my fill, I will leave... If you don't kill me first.