Inesproxima

When I was 7, I was at a public pool and I saw a rock at the bottom of it. Naturally, I swam down to get it and throw it out of the water. But when I picked it up, it fell apart. Want to know why? It wasn't a rock. It was a piece of shit.

Who shits in a public pool?

Hmmm. Well, I don't know if this counts towards being pessimistic, but my diagnosis is the reason why I suddenly converted to atheism. If there was some higher power, like God in the Christian Bible, it wouldn't allow me to suffer according to the works. But it did.

I honestly felt like ending my life at times. I'm never going to be normal again after this, I know, and I don't want that. I have to take anti-depressants because of the way this has affected me.

They didn't cope very well. My mum and dad argued a lot, and my mum yelled at me more than usual. I can't blame her, though, because this had to be stressful. They ended up filing a divorce, and my dad moved out.

Well, no, I didn't experience anything supernatural. I am an atheist, so I didn't really expect to, either, haha. The near-death experience was on the operating table. It was when I was having the lung surgery - the surgeon accidentally hit a major blood vessel while trying to scrape a tumor out. They tell me I lost 4, almost 5, units of blood, and just barely survived.

I don't know why it says 2 in the description. Typo, I guess. I'm going to fix that.

Yea. I was adopted myself, at 3 days old.