my morbidity as a child.

When I was a little and very naive girl, I used to think that it was easy to die.

My family, being experts in death (or so I thought), had told me not to attempt many things unless I wanted to die.

Some of these things include eating apple seeds which are EXTREMELY POISONOUS (the same goes for custard apple seeds for reasons unknown), drawing on myself before going to sleep; apparently, my mother told me, if you have any alien marks on your body when you're asleep, your soul won't recognise your body when it tries to return and you'll become brain dead when you "awake". Of course, now that I'm more mature, I know that it's much more difficult to die now as you need a strong will and strong pain tolerance.


Pity.