I just found out that the person living next door to me got into a horrible car accident back when he was about 10-12.

In this accident, his uncle and his 3 cousins died, and he was mortally wounded. His skin on his forehead flapped over his eyes and nose, his intestines were spilling out, he broke countless bones and lost a massive amount of muscle and flesh from his thigh (i’d say at least 20%). I had no idea until there was a dress up party yesterday and I saw a foot long scar going up his torso.
The fact that you’re able to read this post removes any kind of excuse you can give for a “why do bad things always happen to me”