I call them “knuckle dents” because that’s what they look like, and knuckles are what caused them. They’re really fractures from childhood. They are more visible in certain light, but here is one on the left side of my skull.
I call them “knuckle dents” because that’s what they look like, and knuckles are what caused them. They’re really fractures from childhood. They are more visible in certain light, but here is one on the left side of my skull.
Oh boy drama I witnessed firsthand!
But seriously that kinda sucks. I’m sorry you had to go through all of it.
I don’t understand your comment. You didn’t witness the cause of these fractures first hand. There were two other people in the room, when the most recent ones happened and that was years ago. Those two people don’t use Lemmy because they are much older, and don’t know what Lemmy is. Some of the other fractures occurred in early childhood years, around the same people I mentioned previously. Why are you insinuating that you know me in real life?
I meant I saw you comment your story on a post. I was just referencing the fact that I’d seen your comment and read your story and am now hearing about it again due to drama.
Idk anything about you personally other than the one story I read and this subsequent post about it.
Just found it funny.
Ah. Okay. I worried for a moment. After my house was robbed in 2013, and they never found the guy who did it (I say guy because the footprints the police found were about a size 13 shoe, they estimated), I worry that I have a stalker.
The irony is I have size 13 feet lmao but no I know nothing about you at all.
What if you’re an amnesiatic burglar and you’ve been subconsciously following your victims around on niche social media websites this whole time?