yeah, what the title says :P
have YOU, ever got scarred for life?
last time i got scarred, it was from looking at this obese and HAIRY 40 year old
man cosplay as a scantily clad anime character X_X
never dared to look at cosplay pics after that XP XP
physically, i guess i got 2 scars cuz when i was 4 a steaming water pot fell on
me and the skin on my whole bac basically peeled off now i haf a
scar near my armpit and neck
Umm... do you mean physically or mentally? I guess if it's mentally
it's....walking into my parents room and seeing my (fat) father naked *shudders*
(Ya, I know, eww...) Um...physically I got scarred above my eye, so my eyebrow
is like screwed up. It grows weird ....i still
member the doctor sayin: "She's lucky she didn't hit her eye" btw I
got shoved into a desk corner...a sharp one...
mentally: a close friend ran away when i was in a fight 3 vs me ... also
physically scarred me at the same time... but ive hardly spoken to my frend any
more, as when i see him kinda reminds me of the fight... so yea scarred in both
ways lol .. guess i was my fault kinda
The only scars I have are physical ones. But I have 6 of those from various
wounds and surgery. I don't have any mental scars, just events I'de much rather
not remember.
Emotionally and mentally.... I was involved in a car accident. The car that my
mom and I drove got skidded off the road. Rolled over twice or three time, then
fell into the drain. Luckily the drain was not too deep. Everyone else thought
that we were 'goners'. I will remember it for life.
Quote by hikarinotenshiyeah, what
the title says :P
have YOU, ever got scarred for life? last time i got scarred, it was
from looking at this obese and hairy 40 year old man cosplay as a
scantily clad anime character X_X
BRRRRRRRRR AAGGHHHHHH!!!!!! *pukes guts
out*
OK... let's see...
The last time I was emotionally scarred was after I found out Clara, my beloved
girl and best female friend, had a boyfriend. It didn't seemed to hurt me so
much 'cause I'm a stone cold motherfucker, but I'll never stop blaming myself
for not declaring my love in time. I had 0.00000000001% of the experience with
girls I should have at that age (I was 17, and that happened last year), and I
just failed completely to give her what she wanted. I've been hanging with girls
ever since. Right now I even think I might be very, very close to having finally
a girlfriend! After meeting Selene, Lourdes, Ingrid, Adriana, Georgitza, Maria
Fernanda, Susana and Lula in as little as 2 months, I've met in this little time
more girls than I've ever met in high school, and I feel like a
pimpsta.
Physically, I think the last time I was scarred was when I accidentally hit a
window with my hand, dealing two 1.5 cm deep cuts into my right thumb that took
some serious stitches and about a month to heal. It tooke me 2 years to recover
my sensitivity in the thumb. That was 7 years ago. I also have an almost
unnoticeable scar in the knee after some wound I got after stumbling and falling
on my knee in some stony floor, but it just took some bandage to heal. The bad
part? The doctor who treated my wound put some lydocaine on it. And trust me,
lydocaine works by concentrating all the pain you'd feel during 10 minutes in
just 1 minute. Now imagine my agonizing, painful screams in the hospital room.
Uh...Yeah I have.
Mentally: I saw 2 guys and 3 girls streeking at a town event, and the cops had
to taizer them..*shudders*
Physically: I accidently stuck a knife into my hand, and I have a small round
scar, and then I have a scar that I dunno where from on the skin of my ribs.
Mentally: When I was 3 years old, I walked into my parents' room 'cause I had a
bad dream. When I walked inside, I saw my parents goin' at it. Oh god... just
thinking about it makes me want to cry.
Physically: I got one cool looking scar on my left ankle from a nail, and a gay
looking scar on my right knee by tripping on my sandal and scraping my knee on
the sidewalk
When I was young, I was in my crib awake. Then I saw my brother jumping off of
my mothers bed from a distance. I thought about jumping off of my crib. Then I
tried and I was about to fall and it was scary. I obiously fell off my crib and
broke my arm.
When I was 4, my sister tried to curl my hair with a curling iron (against my
will) She was about 13 at the time... After two
minutes, she wanted to see if it was hot... What better idea than to test the
iron against your beloved sister's own skin??? Considering I was 4, I had
vulnerable baby skin, so now it embalmed a burn scar right into my right temple.
After that (even until now), I have a phobia of [electronic (though not limited
to, becuase there's thousands of beauty products I'd stay away from)] beauty
products. So I guess it's 2 scars of life in one.
Seriously, curling irons, hair straighteners, etc... My sisters have to get
those out of the way before I go into the bathroom...
Quote by hikarinotenshi
last time i got scarred, it was from looking at this obese and hairy 40 year old
man cosplay as a scantily clad anime character X_X
Man-Faye! Was very tempted to gouge my eyes out after seeing that
one.
Emotionally scarred... oh yes. When I was ten or so, some woman at my
grandparent's anniversary told me I'd burn in hell for not being baptized.
Still haven't forgot that - I don't know if I'd call it scarred though, because
I look back at that and manage to laugh about it.
Oh! More recently - when my 40 something year old social teacher did an
impersonation of Marilyn Monroe (you know: "Happy birthday, Mister
presidant..." )
But, for serious, for something that still affects me to this day, I've kind of
developed a phobia of oranges. I almost choked on one when I was little... no
matter how hard I try nowadays, I can't get an orange near my mouth without
gagging and getting sick. It doesn't even have to be in my mouth and I start
getting sick.
Quote by hikarinotenshi
last time i got scarred, it was from looking at this obese and hairy 40 year old
man cosplay as a scantily clad anime character X_X
Man-Faye! Was very tempted to gouge my eyes out after seeing that
one.
Emotionally scarred... oh yes. When I was ten or so, some woman at my
grandparent's anniversary told me I'd burn in hell for not being baptized. Still
haven't forgot that - I don't know if I'd call it scarred though, because I look
back at that and manage to laugh about it.
Oh! More recently - when my 40 something year old social teacher did an
impersonation of Marilyn Monroe (you know: "Happy birthday, Mister
presidant..." )
oh yeah! the name was man-faye! X________X lol. but burn in hell if not
baptized...that could b true for some religions but they don' thave to say it to
ur face :O
Yeah...Six years ago when my cousin and i got carjacked in front of his house,
coming back from looking at Christmas lights. It happened so fast, I thought
someone was playing a joke on us.
mentally? seeing this ugly guy streaking in the school on the opposite side to
the street to ours, 0_0 I was inches away from killing myself with laughter and
disgust (mainly disgust).
yeah, what the title says :P
now i haf a
scar near my armpit and neck
have YOU, ever got scarred for life?
last time i got scarred, it was from looking at this obese and HAIRY 40 year old man cosplay as a scantily clad anime character X_X
never dared to look at cosplay pics after that XP XP
physically, i guess i got 2 scars cuz when i was 4 a steaming water pot fell on me and the skin on my whole bac basically peeled off
Umm... do you mean physically or mentally? I guess if it's mentally it's....walking into my parents room and seeing my (fat) father naked *shudders* (Ya, I know, eww...) Um...physically I got scarred above my eye, so my eyebrow is like screwed up. It grows weird
....i still
member the doctor sayin: "She's lucky she didn't hit her eye" btw I
got shoved into a desk corner...a sharp one... 
mentally: a close friend ran away when i was in a fight 3 vs me ... also physically scarred me at the same time... but ive hardly spoken to my frend any more, as when i see him kinda reminds me of the fight... so yea scarred in both ways lol .. guess i was my fault kinda
The only scars I have are physical ones. But I have 6 of those from various wounds and surgery. I don't have any mental scars, just events I'de much rather not remember.
Emotionally and mentally.... I was involved in a car accident. The car that my mom and I drove got skidded off the road. Rolled over twice or three time, then fell into the drain. Luckily the drain was not too deep. Everyone else thought that we were 'goners'. I will remember it for life.
Too many physical ones to mention.
BRRRRRRRRR AAGGHHHHHH!!!!!! *pukes guts out*
OK... let's see...
The last time I was emotionally scarred was after I found out Clara, my beloved girl and best female friend, had a boyfriend. It didn't seemed to hurt me so much 'cause I'm a stone cold motherfucker, but I'll never stop blaming myself for not declaring my love in time. I had 0.00000000001% of the experience with girls I should have at that age (I was 17, and that happened last year), and I just failed completely to give her what she wanted. I've been hanging with girls ever since. Right now I even think I might be very, very close to having finally a girlfriend! After meeting Selene, Lourdes, Ingrid, Adriana, Georgitza, Maria Fernanda, Susana and Lula in as little as 2 months, I've met in this little time more girls than I've ever met in high school, and I feel like a pimpsta.
Physically, I think the last time I was scarred was when I accidentally hit a window with my hand, dealing two 1.5 cm deep cuts into my right thumb that took some serious stitches and about a month to heal. It tooke me 2 years to recover my sensitivity in the thumb. That was 7 years ago. I also have an almost unnoticeable scar in the knee after some wound I got after stumbling and falling on my knee in some stony floor, but it just took some bandage to heal. The bad part? The doctor who treated my wound put some lydocaine on it. And trust me, lydocaine works by concentrating all the pain you'd feel during 10 minutes in just 1 minute. Now imagine my agonizing, painful screams in the hospital room.
Uh...Yeah I have.
Mentally: I saw 2 guys and 3 girls streeking at a town event, and the cops had to taizer them..*shudders*
Physically: I accidently stuck a knife into my hand, and I have a small round scar, and then I have a scar that I dunno where from on the skin of my ribs.
Mentally: When I was 3 years old, I walked into my parents' room 'cause I had a bad dream. When I walked inside, I saw my parents goin' at it. Oh god... just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
Physically: I got one cool looking scar on my left ankle from a nail, and a gay looking scar on my right knee by tripping on my sandal and scraping my knee on the sidewalk
When I was young, I was in my crib awake. Then I saw my brother jumping off of my mothers bed from a distance. I thought about jumping off of my crib. Then I tried and I was about to fall and it was scary. I obiously fell off my crib and broke my arm.
When I was 4, my sister tried to curl my hair with a curling iron (against my will) She was about 13 at the time...
After two
minutes, she wanted to see if it was hot... What better idea than to test the
iron against your beloved sister's own skin??? Considering I was 4, I had
vulnerable baby skin, so now it embalmed a burn scar right into my right temple.
After that (even until now), I have a phobia of [electronic (though not limited
to, becuase there's thousands of beauty products I'd stay away from)] beauty
products. So I guess it's 2 scars of life in one. 
Seriously, curling irons, hair straighteners, etc... My sisters have to get those out of the way before I go into the bathroom...
Man-Faye!
Emotionally scarred... oh yes. When I was ten or so, some woman at my grandparent's anniversary told me I'd burn in hell for not being baptized. Still haven't forgot that - I don't know if I'd call it scarred though, because I look back at that and manage to laugh about it.
)
Oh! More recently - when my 40 something year old social teacher did an impersonation of Marilyn Monroe (you know: "Happy birthday, Mister presidant..."
But, for serious, for something that still affects me to this day, I've kind of developed a phobia of oranges. I almost choked on one when I was little... no matter how hard I try nowadays, I can't get an orange near my mouth without gagging and getting sick. It doesn't even have to be in my mouth and I start getting sick.
oh yeah! the name was man-faye! X________X lol. but burn in hell if not baptized...that could b true for some religions but they don' thave to say it to ur face :O
i've seen that pic too! that was so mind scarring :O
Yeah...Six years ago when my cousin and i got carjacked in front of his house, coming back from looking at Christmas lights. It happened so fast, I thought someone was playing a joke on us.
mentally? seeing this ugly guy streaking in the school on the opposite side to the street to ours, 0_0 I was inches away from killing myself with laughter and disgust (mainly disgust).