It's not like I want to notice it, but it's too glaringly obvious to even avoid an average person's scrutiny.
I want to ignore it and give it the same cold treatment that other menial things will receive from me, but I can't.
I want it gone as much as I want a new laptop, but time it requires. A week, at the very least. Another week I have to bear with the agony.
I don't even want to dedicate a blog post to such seemingly unimportant details, but do I have a choice after taking into account the lack of content and updates?
I don't. I'm left with no choice, that's why I'm here.
Here to tell the truth.
Here to make a difference.
Here to make people cry out 'lame!'.
Because the issue I'm talking about here is no serious matter, just another short story of a clumsy teenager walking into the bench at the bus stop and leaving unsightly marks on her thigh.
The friggin' bruise is so bloody huge and obvious even a blind person can spot it! Erm, maybe not actually.
Witness...

THE BRUISE!

Maybe I should name it Bruce, the bruise or something.

Kill Bruce!